somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Can I see
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it is hopeful
Better Lift