I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
currently
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: