There is an exceptional type of beauty that percolates through the ripples of the river-water when the street lights reflect onto it. Two walks in the chilly-yet-not-debillitating evening air was needed tonight. To let the air in to invade my insides and calm down the swelling of stomach (from anxious butterflies), heart (from blossoming friendship/ lost love/ uncertain sentiment) and brain (from the usual overthinking Annie-esque habit). Life for the past five weeks has been in a state of disarray. Disposable dates, fabricated moments, inorganic loves. The smile of a genuine customer service employee plastered onto my jaw. Enjoyable? Somewhat. Disconcerting? Yes. Convoluted? Extremely.

Just going with the flow. Just being myself. There are no rules. There is no manual you can download off the Internet.