Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

IWGD

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

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, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
part of an old note. It will get lighter.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

...

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

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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."