"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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

like first name

plato

its good short few pages

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

ahnaf abrar

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i want to do that too

is this you as well

was it worth it

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

its good

feel you

i love it here

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

have you read