"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Rain, starting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no longer writing in the third person