...

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

kind of mythopoesis

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Slug

in a post. I want to be remembered