Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I am below everything.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

bro i read nothing in my life

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

its good short few pages

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i dont understand magnetisation