and the fake qualifier

...

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It Will Get Lighter

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i really havent

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

wait what is that

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

13, H, grate

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.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.