Something missing
He’s got a secret he can’t share because every time he tries to tell anyone, he forgets all together. This wonderful dream he hopes to share. A pure land with cotton tails and marshmallow pies. Only funny made up words suit his vernacular anymore. The vocab box. Haha remember that one? Sitting in class with a hardon. Surrounded by all male peers. This is redundant obsessive compulsion. At this point. A gun to the head or a knife to the throat. Either way he’s as good as dead. These ideas. They’re not going to happen.
