idk

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thank you, Jack

but i respect your search

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you have a beautiful account btw

I am below everything.

really i want the internet

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

in a post. I want to be remembered

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