After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
currently
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Better Lift
hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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