Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

currently

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

idk

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have you read

ion

plato

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

...

lol yea

It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

your feed looks like my tumblr

no longer writing in the third person

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

It Will Get Lighter

its good short few pages

thank you