There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I am below everything.

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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It Will Get Lighter