"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Style

and the fake qualifier

whats your name?

currently

isaac newton

magnetisation/form

autonomy of learning

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

ion

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

have you read

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

god being the centre magnet