I Write Goodbye Letter

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

the site i am dreaming

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

...

or never left

i understand

idk

barren land

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

was it worth it

i have read not even 1 book

December 2025

its good short few pages

It Will Get Lighter

like magnets

what do you mean

much more tactility

feel you

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

bro i read nothing in my life

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

thank you

ahnaf abrar