kind of mythopoesis

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

but really the thing should be autonomous

yes

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

or never left

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

send your tumblr

lol yea

barren land