“Hey, look at the sky,
no, no!
Not at that damn phone,
look through the window.
There are so many stars in this beautiful night,

It’s like Van Gogh
just became real,
This time only for you.
Can you choose one among them?
Which one should I point out for you?

The thing is,
I know what you need,
But you know what?
My dumb brain is a little bit confused
about which one I should pick.

And in this damn cloudy morning,
I’ve been going through much more—
struggling to find a small drop of sunshine.
Can you wait till I find one?
Can you wait?

And after that,
will you let me know if that satisfies you?
Only then can I find you,
doesn’t matter if the day is cold or warm.
I don’t want to face you,
if I fail to make you happy.

I don’t want to fail.”
~07|01|2024