Literature
A moment in time, chap.1
Elian. His name was Elian and he was beautiful. I took him because he was beautiful and when he first told me his name, it sounded like music. Elian. Just try and say it, try and taste it as it flows down your tongue like ice, melting. Ice becomes water, water turns into steam that rises into the heavens and there it is gone.
So is he. Elian. I tell myself that I set him free but I know that I killed him.
I only meant to have him, never love him. There is no such word in my language. We possess others, we take and have them, cast them aside when we no longer desire, but we do not love. Love is his word and once he asked me if I do