but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
in a post. I want to be remembered
"Put a blanket."
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....
Can I see
...
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: