hiding from the rain

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever