There was a time when he was in solitude

In a magnificent castle of his mind

In a darkness atmosphere of his soul

The moon used to be his very, very, best friend

The clouds used to be his loyal guardian knight

That could fix the complicated thread of his feeling

That could accompany him when he fought his pain

But now, he’s both the moon and the clouds itself.

Dedicated to my best friend in heaven, Dashiell Jean-Baptiste.

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December 16th, 2020.

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