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.

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

currently

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

like first name

isaac

the site i am dreaming

i really havent

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

and the fake qualifier

...

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

It Will Get Lighter