with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise
this is going to be awful.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with afox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
