Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
really i want the internet
Thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.