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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
2 (actually index). two is company
It Will Get Lighter
It Will Get Lighter
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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of
some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
you have a beautiful account btw
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the
dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh
meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
