It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

you cannot feed someone truth

or never left

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

is this you as well

its good

lol yea

ion

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.

lol

so the method has to be autonomous

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Put a blanket."

what do you think my name is