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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
December 2025