01.01.05

here goes anything

So outside now sits a box of once alive firecrackers. So bold this year, not to douse them in water three times over and to perhaps pray that they don�t reignite with a crashing boom some hours later. I wanted to. I still don�t trust them.
The little round ones reminded me of mustard gas, with their coloured clouds seeping out in the wind. I was positive that if the wind changed we would scorch our lungs, but it was only smoke and a bit of colour. I loved those best though.
Were there any spirits, we must have scared them away, though at times the sound of a firecracker going off was like a mating call.

shi-ou-sama at 12:46 p.m.

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