greenstorm | Revelations

Oh, I see. I've been running on empty. It's been awhile now. The gentler things haven't had space to grow, so they've vanished. It was nearly painless as far as deaths go, with a few particuarly sharp aches. Now I feel like an empty field, all rich black soilstarting to warm in the sun for the year. This would be more detailed and coherent if I were less tired and more not waiting for a bus.

I feel very loved by myself. I have forgotten in the last few months how to connect meaningfully with anyone else except in unexpected flashes that I cannot deliberately court.

Oh how things change!