It’s like a distant call.

Kind of like your mother talking to you through your door, but a bit more muffled, as if water were filling your ears. The voice doesn’t get clearer as it gets louder, but you know what it’s saying.

Slow, emotionless, raspy, but as it grows louder maybe a bit needy, almost begging.

He sits quietly, back againt the wall, with his hands over his face, head hanging low, a...

Feeling his touch loving against me, wishing that he would stop.

All I can see is the way they used to prick me, pour my being into vials, picking the skin from my body.

Tears flowing as he took me, soft breaths slipping through my lips encouraging him to continue as my skin burns, begging him to never touch me again.

I like him, but it hurts, hurts like when they forced me down, chaining me to...

I’m going to begin packing today.

I’ll wait to wash my clothes, so I won’t have to worry about that, when it’s about time to go.

I am once again leaving the man, that left me so many times before.

I left behind people and things, just to get here, and now I have to leave what I left them for.

No matter what you do or where you go, you’ll always be leaving something behind.

I don’t really know...

“I think I just met the happiest

person in the world!”

“Or maybe they just made me

feel like the happiest person

in the world…”

“His smile is so beautiful, but obviously he goes through things.”

“How does it just stay so beautiful, even when he’s been beaten by other’s words, and hurt by their harsh stares?”

“That boy, those freckles, his

smile, and oh my god, his voice.”

“He has a smile, tha...