Kissing your friends can have unexpected results. (light het and slash, and not my fault! Just read it, okay?)

A spontaneous poem that grew out of a picture I drew of a dragon. It's sad, really - you can never go back to childhood, but you don't want to conform to a "real" world that's all a facade.

Because I woke up crying over a man I'd never met and a boy I could never be.

You know those shadows under the bed? Don't worry -- it's all inside your head.