The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its good

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.

but i respect your search

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Lift Analysis

and the fake qualifier

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.


much more tactility

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

not so on: yvf(wthw)

It Will Get Lighter

hello reader,

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

really i want the internet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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