Written By Saya
Oct. 5, 2023, 12:01 a.m.(8/27/1020 AR)
I am going to make a hat so full of feathers that one might be able to fly by wearing it. Yes.
Time for stitching.
Written By Saya
Oct. 4, 2023, 10:01 p.m.(8/27/1020 AR)
Written By Saya
Jan. 28, 2020, 3:28 a.m.(8.762760416666666/22.714583333333337/1012.6468967013889 AR)
Written By Saya
Jan. 27, 2020, 2:01 p.m.(8.723003472222222/27.488194444444446/1012.6435836226851 AR)
Written By Saya
Jan. 25, 2020, 4:08 a.m.(8.550774222883597/17.843356481481482/1012.6292311852403 AR)
Relationship Note on Ephrath
Written By Saya
Jan. 25, 2020, 4:07 a.m.(8.550737020502645/17.841273148148147/1012.6292280850419 AR)
I wish I had dived. Dived into the waters deep and cold and full of freedom.
Written By Saya
Jan. 10, 2020, 6:26 a.m.(7/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
Written By Saya
Jan. 3, 2020, 3:46 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
Written By Saya
Jan. 1, 2020, 5:37 p.m.(6/25/1012 AR)
Written By Saya
Nov. 28, 2019, 1:05 a.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
I dreamt I was older. Standing on the banks of a river. Fishing with my brother. His golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. His eyes so blue it felt like looking into the sky. He was teaching me how to fish. River fish are tricky, he told me. You must be quick. For they swim faster as they follow the river currents.
Then I'm so full of sounds and thoughts and feelings and smells and it all blends to blackness, and numbness. I try to scream but my head is underwater. And everything begins to fade away into the numbness. And then I am nothing and I am full. And then there is a sharp, whistling sound and agony in my brain and I am running. Running. Running. My feet bleed and I am running still. I am not alone. We are running. Running together. But I am alone. I am empty and alone and I am everything.
I am anything.
My feet are bleeding and it is quiet.
I am anything.
Written By Saya
Nov. 28, 2019, 12:52 a.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
Written By Saya
Nov. 28, 2019, 12:05 a.m.(4/11/1012 AR)
- Nudety
- Squirrels
- Peacocks
- Stoats
Written By Saya
Nov. 22, 2019, 2:09 a.m.(3/27/1012 AR)
My head is heavy as a stone,
I am empty and alone.
Written By Saya
Sept. 2, 2018, 8:49 a.m.(7/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Written By Saya
Aug. 31, 2018, 4:12 p.m.(7/2/1009 AR)
Written By Saya
Aug. 31, 2018, 4:09 p.m.(7/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Grady
Written By Saya
April 21, 2018, 2:09 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
I dreamt I ran then. Fast and far. I ran until my feet bleed. I had no shoes. I wore only rags. I ran, ran, ran, ran.
Tried to find the shores of the river of my childhood, but could not. I stumbled to the edge of the Gray River. I saw the lights of the city and fled between the gates.
I woke with my feet hurting, and tears upon my face. I cried because even though I walk the banks of the Gray River, it is not my river. This is not my home. I cried because I miss my people but they are gone. Lost to the Silent War. I cried because as welcoming as the Lowers is to me...
I am a Prodigal.
Written By Saya
April 19, 2018, 3:33 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)
For they thought they were free, but they are blind and deaf.
Written By Saya
April 15, 2018, 12:14 a.m.(7/20/1008 AR)
Swathed in her silks, to look upon her is to weep.
Written By Saya
April 13, 2018, 3:43 p.m.(7/17/1008 AR)
But chase it not, for it fades.
Soon the dark will bring despair.
All sorrows in parades.
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