There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

It Will Get Lighter

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

I am below everything.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

it is hopeful

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.