i remember the moss under the downspout in the secret forbidden garden. it's harder to start than to just keep going but we get stopped. we get lost in place. 

 i hope friedl is coming home soon. i lose track of time. i have to remind myself, but i can't if i don't remember. my mind wants to go to the forest and lay down on a bed of moss. my mind wants to sleep, and wake up when the empire of genocide ends.