Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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