It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

it is hopeful

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

no longer writing in the third person

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

hiding from the rain