One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

I Write Goodbye Letter


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.

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

plato

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

2 (actually index). two is company

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

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.

its good

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

its good short few pages

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.