I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Today I felt like starting
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thank you, Jack