A heart is my vote thing. Dark is all my way goes. Wet never came, but I want much to walk in dark. Nothing happens, but... maybe not. You shake in the fog, clean fake things. I took my camera, the cold, safe, small camera. You get up from what you do, look to see my news bloom. Take your picture and some snow from a clean table in my camera's hand. Think of my cat, Arrow, until we sleep. I lean to pet home, but hear steps close. I lift my legs to kick my brother's feet as he tries (bad move) to tickle me. "Come, yotee, cry," he mocked. He called me 'yotee' to annoy me, like my dad and brother did. "We play 'Therian' tricks," my friends said. I walked away bored. Walk around the house. I feel nothing, no hurt, no not together. A voice like no worry. But then another Arrow, my mom, and... her. Her hair never stopped, and one hair gone. I go out and walk to the stream, a safe spot. A star in the sky, trees let dew fall on my head. I hear cranes and ibis calls from the bank, and I find my bed spot. A wind my one, same bed and mess under the bed.
not bad translate I swear
