no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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"Put a blanket."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

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.

abrar?

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

yeah

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

i love it here

division of reality is straying away from it

propensity within someone

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.

Style

is this you as well

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

what do you think my name is

not their contents

I am below everything.

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