A microcosm of the world that We will find to be common.

I don't know how it smells because it smells like burnt plastic.

Found a random candle on the ground- the general consensus is it I should keep it- -MAN, ITS IN A FUCKING PLASTIC JAR.

Awwwwww, what a pair of cuties!

I don't think that harpoon gun will be enough- garden shears, maybe.

One day, I'll have the funds to commission you for me and the husband with my transmasc self.

Hahahahaha, yeah, deffo! I guess it's also about how cats are just the way they are as companion animals too- my cats have always been there for me in my hardest times and as such they really represent a lot of comfort.

Follow the ringing cat back home; Mik always leads back home with my husband and our family and what is warm and safe- I always find myself outside of everything in my dreams- a bridge and many roads away that must be walked by foot- sometimes barefoot in the cold snow. Mik runs in front of me.

sometimes an ex shows up, someone with whom I invested a lot of time with and fought for even when they wavered- holding me back. And there is Mik, jumping through the window of my fictional walls, two sides of the same coin with the massive bell that rings and I just have to follow.

I probably would have gone a bit more crazy than I already am; so many of my dreams are repeating the same sequences of familiar places and trying to get home regardless of the danger or my own circumstances and home always feels like just a couple KM away- -that's besides the rage I get because

a cat with a hilariously large poof of hair that I tend to render as a mohawk, but the main thing with their characterization is that they don't see themselves as a cat, despite how they are portrayed in my dreams as a constant guide towards sanity within the repetitive chaos of my subconscious.

external drive along with the majority of my work. I'm more upset about all of the photos and my paid for stock textures and stuff that I used all of the time- at least I still have my font that I paid for. But re: the song; Mik is a spirit of the forest and the sky who portrays themselves as a

take that final step and believe in yourself- your wings, and your destination.

Do not mourn my broken wings and their lack of flight, neither should one idolize their replacement with growing trees from my back. Instead look to the sky and towards the future; for hope and for ascension. I will guide you to the edge of the cliff, but my wings cannot carry me there; you must

Forever yours, the Aleutian Sky.