wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but i respect your search

Lift Analysis

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

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.

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sorry i am texting like a slav