“The World ain’t fair, my child.”
A father to his discouraged girl.
That shattered the father’s heart into prickly pieces for he never imagined a day would come where he had to reveal the horrors of reality to his beloved girl when He first held her as a baby.
He wanted to protect her
He could no longer be her knight in shining armor against this unfair World.
We miss half of what
the world has to offer.
Pay attention before the
championships are won,
the songs played out,
the moments of honesty
undone, pulled out
from under the rug. Continue reading Crumbs in the Wind
I can’t figure out why
it all matters anyway:
Because in the end,
Continue reading Look Up
Hello, world. I am Stefania from Italy. I am the author of “The Morst“. What is The Morst? What’s more.”The joyful and rhythmic side of life. Colors, shapes, and thoughts moving. Dream about yellow, eat red, breathe blue”. I want to talk with you about Arts, urban and street Arts and colorful shapes around and inside us. Continue reading Just a Note