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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

kind of mythopoesis

IWGD

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

Better Lift

Style

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

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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 sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then