we can only engage in such a way
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.
...
it is hopeful
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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