Thank you, Jack
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Better Lift
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"Put a blanket."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
it is hopeful
no longer writing in the third person