brb i will read and reply sincerely
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
the site i am dreaming
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
no longer writing in the third person
division of reality is straying away from it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I am below everything.
December 2025
abrar?
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plato
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
its good short few pages
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.
not their contents
in a post. I want to be remembered
i have read not even 1 book
so at the end