Rain, starting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse


13, H, grate

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.

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