schiaparelli spring 2019 couture
Now to decide if I make my two new red girls sisters ir lesbians… Hmmmmmmmmm
I often find myself lost in the details.
Like your eyes, so small, so trivial. Yet a universe in each of them. With the tiny sprinkles being interstellar distances. Making me float weightlessly through the entropy of my own existence.
Or like those lines on your hand, like paths on a map. Some of them deep and striking. Others like hidden paths, usually unseen by most eyes. But each of them guiding me when following those tender touches of yours.
Or like your voice sounding like a soft breeze fondling an emerald green leaf in the middle of the forest, filling my soul with calmness. And those little scratches in your voice, that go unnoticed by most ears, like a ladybird settling down on that emerald green leaf.
- D., little things