we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

no longer writing in the third person

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

you have a beautiful account btw

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

but i respect your search

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Better Lift