words that are a memory of what i said to make someone do something but what even i have trouble recalling you go so long without uttering something aloud and it fades from reality surprising really they are my own words real and untrue as they come and yet they fade away from me like mist the longer i go without speaking what i want the harder it gets to imagine i imagine they never knew my motivations and i dont imagine that sometimes i hardly remember why i did it why i poured poison in the ears of those around me for sport for money for love for my own misery i have so many questions i proceed and my imaginings fade away from me like the scent of rosemary on the summer breeze like the sound of the willow song in the evening everything fades with the speed at which berries are eaten by birds the second they ripen

raindrops roll off the leaves of the bay tree. it beads a copper colour, like off blood. it doesn't make a sound as it moves - silent, largely unnoticed. the water hits the soil and vanishes forever.