This year. Could it be rewound? Be kind, please rewind?
A friend has died. Last I heard they didn’t know why or how. He was in good health.
He was brilliant. When he was optimistic he was one of the most optimistic people I knew.
I used to.
I used to, if I had a really good idea, write it to him. Cause I thought that if I didn’t make it he would. We had talked about the things that are now, about the tree and the serpent, the winter and the fire.
This can’t be real.
This is real.
god. what is this?
I am the one to do the things now. I have remember- myself. I don’t have the luxury of failing. There is no one else.
oh god. this is not how it was supposed to be.