In which a dead boy and a living girl reunite after several years. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2016. N. A. || The sequel to 'Boy' In order to understand this story to its full potential, reading Boy is probably a good idea. But you don't have to.

❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015

my system is clogged with metaphor and i need to get it out A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY (!) nb: if lack of capitalisation and 'artistic' punctuation don't tickle your pickle, apologies but this book is not for you [working title] probable swearing... you have been warned one more thing: don't steal my shit or i will hunt you down x

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

what a strange feeling

❝ She is a mystery, so he seeks answers. ❞ © nate k. 2014

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

This is simply a collection of dialogues that I create (mostly to expand the fences I've naturally built around my writing skill set). Nothing more, nothing less -- unless your brain takes my words and twists and contorts them into something much more beautiful than they ever were on the screen. Some texts may be flowery, some may be concrete. Just as easily, some conversations will be playful, some may make you want to punch a wall, and some might just make you sad. I do apologize in advance, if that happens. Don't worry, I'll be writing various talks that are airy and infinite and joyous, even if I am, none of the above, a great deal of the time. I'm writing these all to be as real as the rabbit hole I fell down, long ago. They may or may not be real is what I'm trying to say; I'm not quite sure, to be honest. Or they might just be moments of delusion in my mind, or that rabbit hole, I was talking about previously. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

"what would you do if she said you couldn't see me anymore?" the lonely girl asked the lost boy. "i'd be more secretive." his lips never lied to the girl he loved, yet his heart lied all the time, to the girl he calls "mine." / / / / heres to my secrets that created my lies, and to my poetry that holds my mind. just another teenage girl with a hopeless, scandalous, lying love. -k.a

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]