it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

currently

like first name

in a post. I want to be remembered

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

autonomy of learning

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

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

fw

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

god being the centre magnet