Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i
probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable
in a way that was engaging to me
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if shewould'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.
