Toskovat Pornstar (Noyau Doux) Extrait de Parfum

Today I remembered their criticism. How they’re never happy, they always want something brighter, something better, the next big thing. The next big thing is not an object, a unicorn.

Cheap love and throwaway bottles. Cheap love costs everything and I loved you more than all the bottles I’ve seen the bottom of. They’re jealous of our mirror, how we can look into that glass and no loathing eyes stare back. Floating feathers under the spotlight holding all the weight of darkness on their top vane.

The vanity, the gaze of crumbling statues. We are free from it all. We embrace it.