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

yes

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.

Can I see

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


kind of mythopoesis

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

hiding from the rain

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it 

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Better Lift