What a creamy dreamy steamy boy

When i was little, i wanted grace. When i grew older, i wanted you. So how close was i? how close am i? am i still alive? Is it okay if i tell you that when i see you, i want to assimilate you? Why don't you ask me something this time. Ask me if i always wear my hair this pretty, or if i like cheesecake, or where do butterflies go when it rains? This could be such a heart-licking love. It could grow and hit the ozone layer. but you are too busy and i don't stand out. when someone asks me why i want you, i tell them i want you because you are like peter pan. you don't want to grow up, you think you're tough and you have an amazing sense of style. You are not my type. When i see you i don't get butterflies, this Lepidoptera is unimaginable.
Last week someone asked me where i go when i masturbate. I go somewhere where i can wish for the happy times to come again.








junior high is underrated. this is where the pain & love really starts.