our nightmares us do not make in time a thought which of syntax persists not

titular subjects in dreary evenings on a quiet moor.

What does the gillyflower signify to the small lark upon the fence which divides our fields? Does it mean anything when night falls? Or does it whither and die as the crickets come to life? How melancholic!

We are prone to such thoughts in the cold of a cave filled with echoes. How long do you insist on continuing this?

Questions
Questions
questions?

Prerogative of my inner thoughts. What does it--


No more questions. We are through for now, or at least until it is deemed appropriate. For now it is word and law which conquers the night. Of all the gloomy things, night seems to persist in its standard of eerie, however I find it calming and sensible. Italics in unnecessary places bring forth emphasis where none is needed.

CANTABILE
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Cantabile will recede until a proper thought occurs to iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihim.


sssssssssllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide you can't believe if it's been a while been a long time but hey doc, what do you know now? we know there's no more time left whehehehen it's been a long been a long been a long long whiiiiiiiiiiiiile

When we speak of summer it is in hushed tones.
Don't let them hear you, they whispered through the walls.
No one ever listens to the voices in the walls, for they mislead just as they guide. It is best to hear but not follow when they speak, yet the house could just as easily kill you if you disregard them completely.

"Sometimes our arms bend back," struck us because the Evermore once whispered the very same.

ahhh that really helped me unwind, thanks Emma. :[

Also, poetry.. poetry.. vignettes...

"o hay look at me i'm a feminine dylan cintOH FUCK MY PHONE IT'S IN THE ROAD AND THERE'S A BUS COMING OMIGAWDOMIGAWD!"

"DON'T WORRY, I'LL SACRIFICE MY FOOT FOR YOUR PHONE MAN."

okay no, I'll work on something later. This is just so I don't forget/