Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

as in

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

Better Lift

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

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we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i see a website

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

barren land

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

yeah

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

in a post. I want to be remembered

was it worth it

feel you

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

no like which do people call me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life