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.

Better Lift

Style

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Picture

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i really havent

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Rain, starting