Better Lift
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
in a post. I want to be remembered
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
yeah