Winter Spring Breeze Vapor Peace Bag Melody Wait Palette Yourself Wrong Chill Vines Split Peaks Stride TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM A mere thought, and they are right there! Right in front of me. If only it always worked. For one final time we meet. The cluster of people that got used to each other in such a short amount of time. And in no time at all we will disperse as suddenly as we have met. I and the closest of the flock have gone out for a joint meal, as a symbol of a mutual goodbye, and I couldn't help but, once more, feel mildly disappointed with the briefness that is an instant. Never felt dishonest with self, but I now have more insight into the inner workings of the mind. Bus drivers are much more frightening when we...