You’re the Gertrude Stein to my Picasso, I’m the Camille to your Rodin. How does it end? Will our art become an emblem of an endless love or will our beautiful work become forgotten? In a couple of years, will someone discover what we have created and suddenly make our love known all over the world? Isn’t it reckless to fall into something like this so deep? Isn’t it childish to be crazy about each other? It is my dear, it is.
But I want it. I really do. I want us to create even though we’re about to be forgotten. I want us to fall for each other as if we’re falling into an endless abyss. I want to be as crazy as a child can be, running after another child.
Whenever I’m with you, I feel like Alice in Wonderland running after white rabbit, having no idea where will it lead her. But I don’t mind. I want to get lost running after you. There’s no better way to get lost, is there?
Whenever I’m with you, I feel like Jane leaving her window open for Peter Pan to come rescue her. I want to go on an unforgettable adventure and learn how does it feel to be eternally an innocent child. I want to run away from responsibility with you. Is there a better way?
Whenever I’m with you, I feel like Anne Shirley fighting with Gilbert Blythe who keeps on pulling her carrot orange hair. You’re driving me crazy every day but after all you’re the one I’m crazy for. I want you to tease me about having red hair. You make me feel beautiful. I adore you.
We won’t be forgotten, my love. I will never forget us.
About the Creator
Brownie Haze
I have a "Lolita" tattoo on my arm. My coffee is black. My lips are red. My cigarettes are strong. My writing is my art.
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