The past few weeks have felt like a long dream about drowning. I am afraid of the unseen forces in my dreams that chase me down hallways and continue to pursue me through corridors when I'm awake. There are reawakened ghosts around me, and I'm not sure what they want from me. In my conversations with them, I pretend that they are alive, because if I act like everything is normal, perhaps they will not remember what wretched ends they are planning for me.
The horrors are plentiful. However, my life has also been filled with roses recently. Their perfume always lingers faintly in my room. I'm not particularly good at taking care of plants, but they are so beautiful. Naturally, I'm fond of bleeding heart plants, but I also like the snail vine and various Cape Primroses. I thought the roses were going to die because they turned away from me when I tried to water them, but they are still alive so far.
This year, I want to be better, at taking care of my roses, at staying asleep and waking up, and at the crafts to which I intend to devote my existence. I say this often, but I mean it this time. I say that last clause often, too. I suppose I will see if any progress happens.
Music for recently:
- 𝄞₊ ⊹Picture in My Mind - PinkPantheress, Sam Gellaitry⊹ ₊𝄞
- 𝄞₊ ⊹Homunculus - Trickle⊹ ₊𝄞
- 𝄞₊ ⊹Imagining - Rina Sawayama, Amaarae⊹ ₊𝄞
What's next for this website? I will add more images and sharper CSS, as well as create a widget to be used for webrings.