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bryiarrosexjournal just ate my entry. for all it's brilliance, this is why paper is ever preferable to a screen. i poured out my fear of this night, of the morning that is dawning. in words i'm not sure i can capture again. and now they're gone. and part of me, superstitious and caught in a book, is frightened by it. so that i almost want to cry. but i don't cry.
here i am, still awake and only now beginning to feel that i could sleep. it's been months since i've stayed up reading simply because the story wouldn't let me rest. though tonight i suspect it's more than that. there is too much to the world sometimes.
i hung up my dream catcher again tonight. feeling that i'd need it. needing to feel safe. i know my mind has been over-full as of late. my thoughts have been preoccupied. but my dreams have been so strange since i've moved here. i can't say if it was due to not having unpacked my dream catcher, sleeping without it's protection. perhaps i simply need to create protection of my own.
if i were a braver girl, i would take my guitar down the stairs to try and write. as it stands, i will attempt to fall asleep. i've reached a point in the story where i'm less afraid.
the connection that kept sputtering earlier, seems to have entirely died. i will have to post this later with time amended. *sigh*
Once I was almost persuaded that legends are not true. But I know better now. The names and places may be different, but there were princes and battles, there was jealousy and murder and terrible love, and there were magicians. And they're still here. Perhaps it's because our land is so ancient. Ghosts feel at home; they find it easy to slip into our lives like long lost relations.
from Jenny Nimmo's The Chestnut Soldier
here i am, still awake and only now beginning to feel that i could sleep. it's been months since i've stayed up reading simply because the story wouldn't let me rest. though tonight i suspect it's more than that. there is too much to the world sometimes.
i hung up my dream catcher again tonight. feeling that i'd need it. needing to feel safe. i know my mind has been over-full as of late. my thoughts have been preoccupied. but my dreams have been so strange since i've moved here. i can't say if it was due to not having unpacked my dream catcher, sleeping without it's protection. perhaps i simply need to create protection of my own.
if i were a braver girl, i would take my guitar down the stairs to try and write. as it stands, i will attempt to fall asleep. i've reached a point in the story where i'm less afraid.
the connection that kept sputtering earlier, seems to have entirely died. i will have to post this later with time amended. *sigh*
