no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

like first name


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.


Can I see

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.


It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

your feed looks like my tumblr