okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
hiding from the rain
and the fake qualifier
in a post. I want to be remembered
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
as in
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
its performative
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.kind of mythopoesis
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Lift Analysis
all that is to say
was it worth it
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetises a pin
thank you
i really havent
isaac
i really havent