After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its performative
we can only engage in such a way
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
propensity within someone
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i love it here
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
ahnaf abrar
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
whats your name?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
its good short few pages
ion
no longer writing in the third person
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.