fortaine:

the dream thieves— want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes. what do you want, adam? to feel awake when my eyes are open.