It Will Get Lighter

yeah

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

is this you as well

i really havent

propensity within someone

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

feel you

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as in

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."