Peter Pan
I’m in love with my messy room and hectic schedule. Hair undone, face unshaved, running away from classes and towards love. And upon arrival, finding the very object that I desired did not seem so appealing at all.
I’m in love with daily excitations and frequent disillusions. The fascination of novelty, and the restlessness of monotony that make our lives oscillate. The dizziness and lost of identity, the adventures and sense of urgency to pass by everything, to observe and learn from anything.
I’m in love with conversations over dinner and late night melancholy. The simple things in life that justify our transient existence on earth. I want to stay here forever, having lengthy confessions to the ghosts of you; perhaps we can discover ourselves. Heck, perhaps we can even discover humanity.
I’m in love with love, and no, I don’t ever want to grow up.