Battered Lighthouse and the taste of someone else's spit
My plans have been coming along nicely this past week. For anyone who reads this, and is part or was part of CBI, a massive lore video/potential world premiere may be releasing?!?!!? 9w9...only time will tell?
Anyways,other stuff is in the works.
What about today though...today...
I'm heading to a semi miniature little..hm, "lighthouse," yes, that's it.
Envisioning this house,
Icelandic shore.
I hope no one can taste my throw up, sorry.
Raising your voice so no one hears you lock the door again and again because you're scared.
A total, entire.....sleepy process.
The top of the lighthouse peers out through and outside the ocean.
Echos setting the stage for the mind to grow bookshelves, for....static, yes, this is me, yes when I speak I can't hear anything.
Dropping a single drop of water from the top of the stairs, or sitting over the edge, past some broken glass,strong gusts of wind are dangerous here, but you always keep yourself forever grounded.
I spoke about lighthouses very recently too; the most isolated one in Iceland, but this one is my own.
Entirely my own.
Peace, quiet, and me staring at others with nothing but puppy eyes.
And a place where I don't lock my doors, and shutting them means something.I never want to share a room with someone ever again if I can help it, I don't care how much I love someone.
Well though, progress is great.
Take care of yourselves
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