There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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."Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
I am below everything.
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
no like which do people call me
its good short few pages