I can't focus. This is in the footnotes of an essay I have to write but I cant write he's sitting fifteen feet away from me and there’s nothing I can do about it because he doesn’t understand what his heart wants or even what his body wants and I don’t think that is fair and how am I supposed to write about time and immortality when the only thing I can see lasting forever is this burn behind my rib cage and his eyes inside my dreams. I don’t want to wake up or go to sleep or walk to class or feel another boy’s kiss against my lips or on my hips or between my legs I just want to play with his hair or sing him to sleep or wake up in his world but I cant and I wont and it aches aches aches but I have to sit here. I have to write an essay. I have to go to school. I have to go to sleep; wake up; carry on. With him fifteen feet away.