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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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