Can you really make good art out of happiness? 20:00
Our names have the same meaning. two names of the same deity. 20:11
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Soon, this daze will become lonely 20:23
Some people are just easy to laugh with. I don't feel like a fake, I don't mimic their laughter either. So simple. People in the dark in their seperate or merged bubbles. Palm leaves flickering and undulating. Memory makes a person but doesn't consume. I mean, it shouldn't. I'm malleable still. Voices. Distant. Some talk about a movie. Mostly the wind wavering the trees and my hair. But quiet even with all this, truly. Truly truly truly. Repetition, 3 times, always. Slipping in and out and between. A person is made of their voice. As good their eyes. The voice is window to the soul. Hear mine? Hear my soul? Does it flicker? It must all the time. Stem of a little tree swaying at the tip. Almost still. I think we all write about a nothing that feels like everything. 20:43
Lamps is a circle. Little trees hugging them. Non-sentences. 10th grade English period. Afternoon? Afternoon. Wandering eyes. Always. Night is for haze. Internally. Everything on impulse. Even the smallest. 20:52
