I'm Andrew.
I'm 18.
I write, and smoke more cigarettes than I'd care to admit.
I live in a fantasy world in my head.
And I don't give an actual fuck.
I love mathematics and all that it has in store.
We’re following the sun
as if it’s revolving around us.
The spectrum of waves
have left us warmed and red.
Our lips have been pressed
from sunrise to sunset,
and as the moon rose
our bodies reached the point
of concurrency.
