Things I want you to know about the world

Condolences

An old woman sits on her chair, in front of a sewing machine. A set of white wool and black buttons is put gently on the desk. The vase full of dandelions is covered in light, and a doll without her dark button eyes sleeps on the table. We all die. The only thing that makes us different is time. A five year old girl will rise to the sky, a mother will sleep on clouds, but a doll will stay on a grave.

In case you have too much time and you don't have anyone to bring you a card, to stay by your grave, if you are 5, 12, or even 57, my doll will send her sincere condolences.

Life under the dark blue sky
Paint the clouds

When the wind leaves, a little piece of piece of paper was still flying in the air, between the dandelions. Maybe he could paint the clouds after all.

All the endings
A young girl sits on her bed, in the bright autumn sun. Time doesn't slow down. Maybe because summer felt like yesterday. One bright light, a leaf from the sun, gets lost in the wind.
And all that laughter turned into deep silence.
Maybe because a smile reached all the endings.

One imaginary friend

The wind blew her fluffy long hair. Then she felt a hug. It was from the grass, the sky. Maybe she wanted a hug, one of the happy ones. Maybe she laughed. Maybe she was happy because she knew he was never there, but he wasn't dead either.