hiding from the rain
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
in a post. I want to be remembered
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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i love it here
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
no like which do people call me
bro i read nothing in my life
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i understand