I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

"Won't it be nice if the world stopped for a while?" TEEN FIC | 79

Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry