Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

13, H, grate

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

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


hiding from the rain

which magnetises chains of pins

lol yea