somebody that I used to know.

he's not ready to do anything productive for the next few weeks. he's unprepared for anything outside of being lazy and interwebs and british telly. he's supposed to get some shit done, a project that he has no idea how to go about completing, some worksheets he doesn't have the patience to finish, as much as he'd like to stay home all day he knows that the has places to be and things that are slightly more entertaining than shitty school work except that school work is the only part with a due date.  each moment he's waiting for her to return to a space where he can tell her of all the things his heart, his mind, and his body want to do to her. on all counts they are numerous, each and every single one of them he's sure that she'd rather enjoy. not that he thinks that just because it's him she'd be putty in his hands, quite the opposite. it's just the fact that he's still living in a dream world where everything is much better than how the world is right now. he could love and be loved and have that open connection. it would be beautiful.  <3 <3