Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

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

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IWGD

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

ahnaf abrar

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Today I felt like starting

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Rain, starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

no longer writing in the third person

in a post. I want to be remembered

December 2025

no like which do people call me

was it worth it

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

like first name

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

2 (actually index). two is company

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

i really havent