After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
yes
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
it is hopeful
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
no like which do people call me
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
was it worth it
plato
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.