no longer writing in the third person
hiding from the rain
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
wait what is that
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason