It is time for me to shut it all out. It is time for me to not raise a facade but to construct a fortress. it is time to change, and shed this real self in favor of something more durable.

It is time to hide everything except that which is useful.

[my mother said so]

The child is gone; the dreamer must go; the third must reign.

And since there is no one who would coax this transition into a more gradual process, I will do this now.

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dreams of rain in sheets, dreams of ice and wings.
so delicate, these things