February 10, 2024


Dear my little prince,

When you come flying by on strings, I hope I still can see the elephant underneath the boa constrictor. When I look at the night sky, I wonder whether you are still uprooting the baobab saplings and killing the butterflies for your rose. I wish all the planets you have walked on, still have your traces. Often when I am curling inside my cave, I want a fox to come and tell me the secret. When I am dying of thirst inside that well,  I can hear the mirage-like trickling water. When the going gets hard, I think of the snake that crawled out of Eden. But in the cave, I only have time for the matter of consequences.

Yours and Yours forevermore

P.S you were right indeed, adult have forgotten.