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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

isaac newton

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

no longer writing in the third person

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 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.

It Will Get Lighter

hiding from the rain