but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
so the method has to be autonomous
like first name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
idk
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
magnetises a pin
lol
i understand