Heather-Ann
Oh hello. You're here again, aren't you?
I thought you'd left us a year ago. And a year before that.
But no. You keep returning home, don't you?
It's always home. The warm breezes and beautiful trees are home for me too.
But you'll have to leave again. Please, don't go. You've only just got here.
The world stirs and nothing is the same and all of a sudden you remember that he's dead. He's gone. And so you keep stirring since everything is changing anyway so why not just keep stirring things up. No one cares until you're gone anyway so who is going to notice that you're going insane and you keep stirring until you can't tell you want to die.