After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
but i respect your search
in a post. I want to be remembered
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
no longer writing in the third person
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
idk