I Write Goodbye Letter

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

December 2025

wait what is that

Picture

...

was it worth it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

much more tactility

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

IWGD

all that is to say

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i have read not even 1 book

Today I felt like starting

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49