Treasure Island

Mehdi Chith

(10.06.1993 / Liverpool, Sydney, Nsw, Australia)

Period of late, the moment of my surrender


Period of late, the moment of my surrender.

Tis the moment of late that I give in to this theoretical love of mine, theoretical in structure but methodological in intention. May I seek what is necessary to give me hope? Or shall I increase the longevity of my theoretical desire.

To what extent shall I elaborate on my deepest intention? So that it may be fathomable in your eyes...

Oh' strange fate, oh' what is already written, I thank thou. Not for the chance to make thy smile, nay, but to allow thyself, to make this beautiful girl smile.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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