teetheyes | (no subject)

I had that dream again, this time we were in Chelsea. I haven't been to New York City in years. It played out the same way as usual, I'm already there and he comes in, dressed head to toe in white, always in white. Sometimes he walks like he owns the place, other times he moves like the shadows along the wall, you can't see him but you know he's there. Tonight he slipped in like a cat on the prowl. I feel like I know him, but that's because we look alike, hair, height, build, everything. He wears sunglasses every time, so I don't know about his eyes. He gives me this sharp smile that sends someone stepping on my grave, at the same time I want to meet him and fuck him, I feel like he knows it too. He knows I'm afraid, afraid of him, afraid to want, I can't tell.

John'd say I'm just obsessed with masturbation or something. He's asleep right now; the prick's pretty peaceful that way.