I'm Matt. I'm from Massachusetts. I'm 22, a writer, poet, artist, talker, listener, joker, smoker, midnight toker, gay, movie lover, friend, brother, son, and grandson. I have big ideas and goals for myself, and soon they'll come true.
"It feels cliché for me to go on about how amazing taking that shower felt because, for one, it wasn’t anything special; all I did was stand in there longer than I needed to, lather my arms, belly, legs, dick, ass, rinse, wash my hair, and procrastinated even longer not wanting to rejoin the cold. Also, what could I possibly say about taking a shower that no one else has? I didn’t have any sort of orgasmic religious experience or moment of clarity, literally I just cleaned myself up and racked up the water bill a little more than it needed to be. I did, however, after the soap drained sit down directly under the stream and enjoy the ambiance of the rushing water. That’s still something cliché, but forgive me as I really just wanted to prolong the peacefulness, let my head droop to my knees and let the shower drip off me in steady strings, and act as if I were meditating. Sitting down in the shower though was something I had done since I was a kid in habit, so again forgive me."