kind of mythopoesis
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
no like which do people call me
as in