Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.