is this you as well
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.
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
Today I felt like starting
bro i read nothing in my life
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.not so on: yvf(wthw)
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.