that silly, bright boy
pale-cheeked and gold-mouthed
rimmed with lapis lazuli
dripping with fresh sapphires
and aching for drops of heaven
winged with all the brilliant day
draped with glittering melancholy
hoping he could fool himself
into thinking he had a choice.
there was only death, really.
// " IT SEEMED TO US THAT HIS SADNESS WAS THAT OF A BOY, THE VOLUPTUOUS HEEDLESS MELANCHOLY OF A BOY WHO HAS STILL NOT COME DOWN TO EARTH, AND MOVED IN THE ARID, SOLITARY WORLD OF DREAMS. "
— NATALIA GINZBURG
