"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
really i want the internet
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
no longer writing in the third person
The bird dives back into the
tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But
like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it
recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare
seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
