There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Can I see
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.
Better Lift
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
kind of mythopoesis
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it is hopeful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!