The soft, wintery winds whispering softly into his ears.

It speaks in a voice as soft as clouds.

But, the meanings behind those words are as painful as dropping into the burning levels of heavens of hell.

When tears leave him behind,

 and he could no longer cannot stain his face with the waterworks anymore,

a dreaded feeling comes to him, torturing him,

pushing him close to death.

Memories come back to haunt him, but no matter how much he tries to run, he can’t.

Running takes time. It takes energy.

He gazes at the stars to seek their stories and revealed the secerts behind each sparkle.

That’s him, Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul.

 

 

He has wealth, power and lust.

Everything he wants, he has.

But, he feels like something is missing from his life.

It’s like an incomplete puzzle, missing a piece.

When will his answer be unravelled?

He doesn’t know.

He's waiting for his answer.

It's there waiting for him.

When will it unfold?

 

Occupation: Therapist + Trainer

|Single| |Taken|

|Straight| |Gay| |Biual|

|Uke| |Seme|

|Wants to be ed| |Wants to you|

 

{NightLust TM}