is this you as well

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

13, H, grate

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

but i respect your search

like first name

It's

dusk

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!