whats your name?

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i dont understand magnetisation

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav