visually, no, i’m in the park

guys , We are not going to HORST:
we : are sitting in the garden and readkng a book
the book: watership down by Richard Adams

receiving no email back feels like an empty parking garage, tumbleweed drifting in the wind, scratchy sounds, the weight of nothingness, … no look in the eye, no goodbye… a dusty window, a lone bird on a long voyage

alone in the bar for 3hrs, creep is playinh on th radio, been writing in my diary for once, been so long i was avoidinh writing but then 💡i read a cool book that inspired me, it works like that , i guess, also read in that book nd ate some soup . got a dessert afterwards, it was good. now i will scroll on vinted for a while, looking for a new coat? purple or yellow. i am obsessed with yellow as of late… after that then, i go to T’s home to chill out, life

music in earphones doesn’t cut it for me any
more....i listen to car engines, bird chirping ,people conversating , the sun shining ,clouds moving , bells tolling..wheels rolling..

https://open.spotify.com/track/2mJuQWsuWTZAqHxZ7EenHP?si=gdkBx975T0G1SN2XikxVXw mazing tune to start this sun drenched day

Reading a BAD book!!!