There was a time Dilettante lived in the forest.
He ate worms.
Bugs.
Anything he could put in his mouth.
Sometimes, Dilettante would get sick.
His stomach was a mess,
but he was orally fixated,
needed something to chew.
Forest Ranger Dilettante drank from puddles.
Snow slushees.
He developed a fondness for sneaking into potato cellars
that the local farmers had around their villages.
They were a good hiding place
because the were a little warmer
in the winter.
But there were rodent.
To say that Dilettante ate rats--
yes he did,
obv.
Dilettante wanted to live very badly.
This upset him to no end.
& there was only ever one reason: her.
Truth is she told Dilettante she couldn’t love him.
He made himself forget.
He forgets why.
He keeps asking himself about it.
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