I don't know what this place is really, I just got here myself. But I think I'll leave a few trinkets around; when I was 16 I used to go to the forest and bury things I wanted to let go of. Also, there has to be a necklace tied around a tree somewhere in there. If you're okay with senseless ramblings, stay a while. . .
My name is Noah, I like to write about things that twist in my head like vines, maybe that way I can unwind them so they can make more sense. We are in November, but the sun persists upon us -- when will this heat relent? Maybe this tree has some shade. . .