you cannot feed someone truth

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would'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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

Rain, starting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I am below everything.

Worse Lift

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

magnetises a pin

abrar?

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

plato

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

yeah

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models