Ciao Bella

...

Now be here.

Where are you?

Take a breath

Every day you churn butter. But where does it all go?

All the beautiful things you can't have. All the beautiful things that can't be owned

Who is Michael Jackson? Who is Louis Vuitton? Who are you?

I don't really know you, do I?

How would a psychotherapist learn if your biological mother did meth while pregnant before she put you up for adoption and died immediately after overdosing and disappearing into the ocean? It's impossible

not all can be known, even about yourself

But there's no limit to the here and now

Bye Bye