They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

hiding from the rain

IWGD

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

not their contents

like magnets

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

ion

no i haven't really read anything