Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Better Lift
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.