brb i will read and reply sincerely
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it is hopeful
propensity within someone
i was tempted to lie about my name
division of reality is straying away from it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
lol yea
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike