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.
Exactly what you thought,
as the night presses on
your body will be left
and mine right,
staring and waiting,
for a sign, a chance to be
cuddling without light.
