kind of mythopoesis

"Put a blanket."

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.

i have read not even 1 book

like first name

that looks like my instagram account

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Better Lift

i love it here

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

is this you as well

we need to be deconstructing our identities

not so on: yvf(wthw)