Umano

That night, I returned home exhausted—so exhausted that I could no longer hear the sound of my own footsteps. Everything was colored by the darkness. As soon as I walked in, I dropped all my bags in the entryway and stepped out onto the balcony. I stood there in silence for a few minutes, my eyes fixed on the moon. It was then that I decided to paint you at night, with the calm of the stars and the silence of the sky. That night, I wished I could have given you the moon.