in the fall when everything is dying all at once and the light

you can't see it cus google makes everything soi small, but a lot of sparrows are clouding a hawk.

knowing the island will soon be devastated i want to take it all in, but my eyes can't, and i can't even see well.

missing sunday i'm just trying to catch up, and it's all fragments anyway and matterless ones, just a feeling of catching up, i never catch up, catch up to what. sleep?