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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

but i respect your search

Worse Lift

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I Write Goodbye Letter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Slug

i see a website

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

wait what is that

2 (actually index). two is company