“So, here we are finished but unfinished. Sometimes I look back on how infinite we were but not anymore. We grow fast and withered even faster.”
“So what's so wrong about it?” I asked you cluelessly
“Life is truly too short to care about anything else other than love and art.”
"Which one am I from your point of view?" another question coming from me, again.
"Both, you are both." the final question has been answered by you with the gaze that look deeply into the ocean of my eyes.
“So what's so wrong about it?” I asked you cluelessly
“Life is truly too short to care about anything else other than love and art.”
"Which one am I from your point of view?" another question coming from me, again.
"Both, you are both." the final question has been answered by you with the gaze that look deeply into the ocean of my eyes.