It Will Get Lighter

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

...

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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.

Rain, starting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

currently

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.