i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

the site i am dreaming

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

or never left

I am below everything.

and the fake qualifier

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

lol

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

not their contents

lol yea

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Rain, starting

not so on: yvf(wthw)

propensity within someone

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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