Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
bro i read nothing in my life
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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.
that looks like my instagram account
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good short few pages
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
you have a beautiful account btw
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
its good
hiding from the rain