[ Sylo ] Maz, Te A Luokku Foch Ze?

fun fact about me: I don't usually classify my emotions as happy or sad; that's just to oversimplify what I feel.

my emotions are colors and shapes, with textures every once in a while. very rarely do they have tastes, though.

yes it gets very confusing. example: tried whole grain bread for the first time when I was around 13 years old and felt grey-ish lime green smooth almost non-euclidean trapezoid.

WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)

So, I finally decided to get Tumblr.

I hope you're happy P.M. Seymour.

Do y'all ever just stop thinking and let your brain take control of your thoughts?

I was walking around one day, and my phone died, so no music. So I was walking back home, and all I could do was listen as my brain just went everywhere all the time. "Jeez, I'm really in the mood for pizza hut. Yo, chipotle sounds pretty good right now. Man, that one thing I did back in 4th grade was pretty edgy, right? Oh yeah, I forgot I had 3 cats at home, despite how much of my life they take up. Yo, I just had a great idea for the next verse of my song I'm writing- wait, I can't write it down, my phone is dead. Damn, my feet hurt so much. I should probably walk around more often to stretch those muscles again. I need a massage. I wonder how many pancakes it would take to crush Ohio. What would happen if I- oh, I'm home? Welp, time to charge my phone and drink half a gallon of chocolate milk in 30 seconds."

Bone spaghetti.

a- another one???

"so, how've you been?"

I glance at sat, a perplexed look spreading across my face. "what do you mean? you've been by my side this whole time."

sat looks on at the sky. "I may have been by your side while you were in the deepest sleep, but I wasn't by your mind. I can tell something happened in there. you haven't quite been yourself, lately. you've been quieter, and glancing around more. I feel you shaking when I embrace you, and your voice doesn't carry the liveliness it once had."

sat sits up and looks at me, wearing a fearful expression. "sun, I'm worried for you. please, I know it's a selfish request, but I just want to know how I can help you. if I can help..."

I lay back down, my gaze cast upon the skies. "let me tell you a story..."

stories coming along decently well.

finished some chapters.

probably gonna writer's block soon.

I nod thoughtfully. "I see. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me."

She smiles again. Any time. By the way, your brother is a real charmer.

I chuckle and say "well, he was supposed to go meet some characters today."

I glance over at Shaper, who replies "hey, none of those characters can even hold a candle to this one."

Andromeda blushes, and sits back down with Shaper, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Arianna smirks and leans over to me, saying "eh, I'll give 'em a month."

I lean over to her and l respond "heh, I'm not so sure. I know Shaper, and he isn't the kinda guy to just last a month in a relationship.

I'll give them a week, tops."

The rolling hills seemed to stretch forever, the bright green grass glistening with morning dew as the sun slowly rose from its resting place.

But amidst all of this, something stood out. A spinning mass of glowing blue particles, rotating around something unseen. An arm reached out from the swirling particles, and then they all dissolved.

"You're our only hope now."

Me, phone off, stylus put away, no notebook or pencils in sight: "man, I can't wait to draw my characters for the stories I'm writing!"

Me, stylus in hand on ibis paint: "ah yes, what a horrific abomination I've created today."

Me, listening to music, Google docs closed: "man, I've got so many cool ideas for some books."

Me, Google doc open on the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard: "this shit has so many plot holes that just reading it is a tripping hazard."