Sometimes even dreams that are clear are the haziest of all.
I dreamt of someone i helped but didn't enjoy, someone with the maturity of a child and learning of an aristocrat. A strange mixture that made me livid to no end..I dreamt of this old woman. I wonder why, and i wonder if she's even alive since she seems to have disappeared.
It's strange that these are the dreams i remember now when those of old were like epics rivaling the Illiad.
Sour heart rides high
Epic failure ignored fast
reality lost
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Thoughts No one should remember.
What could i write about in a journal? I tyhink it will be a mixture of my day and musings that pop up for the day.
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Godthorn
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