nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
was it worth it
...
kind of mythopoesis
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.
wait what is that
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.