Your life will not be easy. It will be long. Astonish the world, do what you promised me even though this is not an exit.

What games did you play when you were small?

Languid. Exquisite. In terra incognito- that’s where you said you went.

Stop.

Wait, my darling, please mark me with your dark wings like so many dark things, become everlasting. Did I miss anything? Please tell me or take me with you beauty is fleeting, transient and someone needs to know we were here once.

How will we tell them? How will anyone ever know?