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.
Is everything okay,
I can feel your breath on my lips,
is everything okay,
darling,
my heart is beginning to shudder?
The sun in your eyes no longer glows with brilliance untold,
baby,
is everything alright?
One more sign and I’ll have to steal you away,
sweetie,
even if just for the night..
