16 and exploring the world. Society is a big mess. I enjoy little things, like good books, a cup of coffee and a cigarette. Music takes me to a place that humanity will never do.
''When I close mine, all I see are your eyes, glistening pools, deep woods leading off into dark oblivion. I'll see the rest then. Your legs wrapped around me, your hands running across me, like rivers or oceans flowing down my frame. While mine sail your sea, each heavy breath we share, filling their sails and throwing them into the current. Down your chest and back while yours scarch these ruts into my spine. And I'm inside and flying shedding all semblence of self and becoming one with everything, with you, and the cotton sheets, and the very air around our writhing twisting bodies. Like animals we become the night, and we never stop.''