It becomes clear to me that there is nothing strange in this world
The supernatural doesn't exist, or rather it is everywhere.
Right now I'm reading Hell by Henri Barbusse. First, it was beautiful and sad. Now, it's beautiful and depressing. Depressing as in my-very-soul-shrinks-and-wilts-as-I-continue-page-by-page-along-this-trail-of-printed-suffering. I like it a lot, but it's not one for bedtime.
Last night I dreamt about my spirit animal. Since I wasn't an adult yet, it kept changing. Only sea creatures, though, since I was sitting in the middle of the ocean with my friend. His spirit animal was a squid. It had a terrible wound through its heart, but I still thought it was cool so my spirit animal became a squid, too. Then we slid underwater and went to a party with all the other squid.
It was ok. We could breathe.
Right now I'm reading Hell by Henri Barbusse. First, it was beautiful and sad. Now, it's beautiful and depressing. Depressing as in my-very-soul-shrinks-and-wilts-as-I-continue-page-by-page-along-this-trail-of-printed-suffering. I like it a lot, but it's not one for bedtime.
Last night I dreamt about my spirit animal. Since I wasn't an adult yet, it kept changing. Only sea creatures, though, since I was sitting in the middle of the ocean with my friend. His spirit animal was a squid. It had a terrible wound through its heart, but I still thought it was cool so my spirit animal became a squid, too. Then we slid underwater and went to a party with all the other squid.
It was ok. We could breathe.