The Boy Across the Castle.
This tale holds its roots in the place of dreams. And this tale’s entities are the faces of a dream. This dream was born out of life. And this life is just like a dream. I have fallen for the boy across the castle. I never quite had the time to pay much attention to his body because I was drowning in his eyes. Not because his body wasn’t fair - trust me, it is the embodiment of fairness and the holy grail of human skin - but I felt like anything else for me to do in the whole world besides staring into his eyes would feel like reaching for a shore I never wanted. Yes, his eyes’ facade was like the most tranquil of seas but beneath them - chaos. A tempest. A wilderness — waves. And all I wanted - all I needed - was to skinny dip into its waters and suffocate into its depths. I wanted to remain bare and feel their coolness warm and satiate all my primitive demands. I think I fell in love with the boy across the castle. The castle. A collection of stones and wood
