Yep.
I'm sitting behind my laptop and I HAVE TO ***.
But I can't get up, due to my TOTALLY IRRATIONAL fear that my parents would think I've stopped "working".
So I sit.
And I try not to *** IN MY PANTS.

Just another normal day behind the screen.

Eventually I just can't hold it anymore.
So I eeaase myself out of my chair....

"Darling, where are you going?"
"Uhm, nowhere, Mom, just the bathroom."
"You don't have your phone with you, do you? You're not just going to sit in there and....
text?"
"No, Mom. Phone's on the table."
"Alright then. Be quick."

I shoot off to the loo with my mother's resounding laughter in the background.

And it pains me because I know that I will never tell her my secret fear,
And that generations to come will be sitting awkwardly behind computers or whatever devices they have at that time,
And they will have to ***.
But they will be held back by the same IRRATIONAL fear that their parents will think they're being.....
unproductive.

Just wanted to say to you my dear,
Goodnight and please sleep tight,
I will talk to you tomorrow,
But as for now please pretend i'm there,
Please just hold me tight,
Have the sweetest of dreams,
Know that i love you,
Now I must slumber,
I will fantasize and dream about you my prince,
Feel free to invade my head anytime you wish,
I will always be here with you,
Goodnight to the sweetest heart out there,
May all your sweet dreams come true lover dear.

I once wanted to be an opera singer,
My four year old lungs
Screeching louder than my little brother's wails.

I wanted to be like the ones on TV,
Who could capture an audience
By their mournful croons and exuberant trills.

That fat lady in furs and pearls,
So devastated by her loss
That the whole crowd weeps with her.

I want to move people,
To make them feel all of my emotions
As if they were their own.

you wake up
you can feel it
you can make sense of it

it grasps you, it’s heavy
acknowledging what it wants

it takes hold of you
******* every average trend that you possess
to produce this vapid lifeless individual
you call human
that you have become.

no matter how far you run
it will always chase you
its not any fun

just that step ahead
waiting for your faults and indecisions
you try for a desperate attempt to resist

but it has you
you surrender
you sit…alone...
it takes over.

Oh what pure beauty,
So much perfection,
How is it even possible?
Someone as handsome as you,
You can get anyone,
But why me?
I'm not complaining,
I am deeply amazed,
Your eyes,
So much astonish,
Deep serenading blue,
Soft pale skin,
All mine,
It is so warm,
Just like your heart,
It beats to a beautiful melody,
keeping you here with me,
Your lips,
Red, soft, and perfect,
Our kiss is what makes me love you most,
It reminds that you really are real,
It shows me that life is worth living,
Tells me that we are going to be together,
Forever.