the site i am dreaming

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

no like which do people call me

feel you

I am below everything.

ahnaf abrar

lol yea

you cannot feed someone truth

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its good

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Worse Lift

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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