like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I am below everything.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Rain, starting

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.

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

but i respect your search

so at the end

all that is to say

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

13, H, grate

you have a beautiful account btw

that looks like my instagram account

fw

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

god being the centre magnet

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

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

like magnets

your feed looks like my tumblr

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine