i never know what to say, but i'm trying to put things into words. since no one else reads these words, it is a helpful place to start.
it is late and i just stepped outside to find my cat, bunk. i don't like for him to spend the night outdoors, but he whined and cried at the door and i felt compelled to let him out a few hours ago.
outside the air is thick and humid and orange with the light from the streetlights being reflected in the suspended droplets of water in the air. there are yellow flashes from the lightening bugs. i want to walk for a while in my neighborhood because it feels like a cartoon-version of the real thing. even more real because the odd lighting makes me aware of every small detail.
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