I Write Goodbye Letter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

no longer writing in the third person

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Style

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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

Rain, starting


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⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


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.