Poem.

Giving up on a short relationship that didn’t work out.

We are floating like clouds in the world…

Do you know that honey?

My thoughts on the beauty of clouds; like a painting in progress.

From start to finish.

From start to finish.

Ephemeral happiness.

How do you know which is the sad little star? How many bright stars are there? How many houses are there? Why did the sad little star wished that the clouds were higher?

Dialogo con uno strano signore.