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'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.

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

hiding from the rain

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

like first name

so at the end

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i see a website

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books