plato

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

It's

dusk

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Worse Lift

but i respect your search

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike