_________What are you doing?
Don't you realize how tired I am?
You can't do that when my eyes are so low
and my arms are so dangling.
Because soon I'll start thinking things
and believing things and loving things
and wanting things and soon
______________too soon
______________too soon for you
I'll want you. And you're not ready yet.
Why don't we talk when I'm better rested, then?
Here I am
- Some kinda four 'o' clock tragedy
- New York, NY, United States
- I am a writer. I believe all engaging writing is a precious balance between aural and visual aesthetic, emotional and intellectual depth. I am an "intense" young man, and I've yet to find someone willing to contest that claim. I am not rated G, nor is my writing. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter."