this is not enough
08.02.03 11:34 a.m.

remember standing out in the middle of a grassy field- of course it happened to be a wheat field and the fact that me and the horse galloped in there before it had been harvested was an awful mistake, one that could not be taken back.

hopping off her as she stands.. mm. wheat. we are both shining on the inside.

take away the wheat. and the horse. and it's dusk. someone creeps up from behind. hand clamps over mouth.

duct tape shuts her up forever.