.

fragrance of an orchid
and the laughter, it's right
the roofs are packed with snow
and the sun hasn't risen yet

what's happening?
such beautiful, like the waters
yes, yes. dizzying
and pure goodness
let's eat and coffee

yet it hesitates, in secret
what if
what if something
something else
or what if after all?
certainly everything
at some point
why not

everything's always
about to happen
your hands are relatively small
my fingers are all broken
each one. nevermind

i don't know, it claims
though all things are obvious
we're simple like tiny specks
i'd like to say