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


in a post. I want to be remembered

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

currently

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.