Recently, I saw a fifteen year old boy get shot in the face with a sawed off shot gun.
It happened as I was arriving home from work, in front of the door to my apartment.
I have been having nightmares and can't sleep.
That is something I never wanted to see.
I don't have much more to say about it right now.
What do I want, you ask?
I want to lie face to face, with my legs sandwiched between yours, with my mouth to your mouth, whispering.
Filling your belly with words.