Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Style

really i want the internet

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Can I see

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

kind of mythopoesis

plato

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i have read not even 1 book

i was tempted to lie about my name

but i respect your search