Mallë

Mallë means road, or street, in quenya.


Just a quick note I shouldn't be writing, really, but maybe it has some interest for someone. Fighting with my sense of self-worth again. Practice went well, I drove myself a little harder again and it worked fine. I'm not well, I tried some longsword techniques but all those movements above the head hurts. Skimmed through Artesia again, before handing them back to Gairniaut, and felt oh so very keen to play Ynera again. I miss her! I miss her world and her very being. I'd like to be her, if I could, I think. Maybe.

Packing stuff. Trying to ride the feeling of excitement instead of drowning under the weight of everything else.


Made a random search in a random place and found an old picture - and I thought I know where it was taken, I know when it was taken, I know who you are and I know those clothes and I knew you and then it didn't have any point at all. But it was a kind of "huh" moment. Not bad, not good, just passing strange.

And what about the people that seem, no matter how much effort I put into it, more like facades and dolls and roles and not much else? I try to think of everyone as people, individuals, that they think also, like I do, inside my box, but this particular case really is fading. Can't really figure it out.


Bollocks, I want to larp. Larp and preferably Ynera, at that.
I could do with a small IG evening larp, though. Mmm, Anjie ^-^. I'm not quite as gaunt as her, but some makeup would help that.
But yes, Ynera. That girl does not have any issues at all.