The one that got away.
they say you should always express yourself, you should always look for art is that what it was when I saw him or was it just too damn good to be true was he even there, Real. I don't know all I know is that I finally understood that feeling, call it what you want but it was so weird so strange like an urge like the level of desperation the oceans waves carry with them to reach the sky to touch it just a little, just a fraction that was how I was drawn to him I can't explain it not really...it was like I had all this air all this openness around me but I still couldn't manage to breathe I think I kinda understand now why Picasso painted maybe he too needed to understand and make the world see how easy it was to fall over, fall into, fall on your knees that one word, that one look, that one moment is all it takes to forget about destiny to forsake one's fate, I painted him in black and white because he deprived the world of colour...I wrote him on paper because he was too hard to keep still between the lines. e had a talent of making me forget, of making it blurry enough...I kept trying to get a hold of him I kept trying to keep some part of him with me I was so damn naive to think that was possible after all how could you have held on to him and your sanity at the same time it was bound to happen, you were bound to either lose your heart or your damn mind Xx