somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I am below everything.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

god being the centre magnet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away