it's_such_a_plural_day Thumos when we were kids we did a lot of gathering. they were the most beautiful things. we turned our back, and you all ran away from us. we can't go on anymore. we can't run anymore. we're tired. our feet are sore. how the fuck does everyone get ahead? we're walking backwards. we don't know how far along we are. we can't remember. those months are lost now. there's some trees that aren't ready to give up their leaves. there are no dogs here. these flowers have no scents. some serious winds are on the way. we want to go to our homes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . it's_such_a_singular_day 260601 what's it to you? who go blather from