After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
but i respect your search
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Thank you, Jack
in a post. I want to be remembered
yes
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
thank you