cal this is so achingly beautiful. the image of the grass being "too short to kiss the moon and too far away to hug the city lights" is going to stay with me for a long time. there's something so quietly devastating about a loneliness that can't even be witnessed β not by fireflies, not by animals, not even by itself. and that last line. "he has no hands β he can never embrace himself." i had to just sit with that for a second. you have such a tender and specific way of seeing the world and i'm so glad you share it π€
Only Caligo can make me feel bad for grass π
I hope he gets some company soon.
cal this is so achingly beautiful. the image of the grass being "too short to kiss the moon and too far away to hug the city lights" is going to stay with me for a long time. there's something so quietly devastating about a loneliness that can't even be witnessed β not by fireflies, not by animals, not even by itself. and that last line. "he has no hands β he can never embrace himself." i had to just sit with that for a second. you have such a tender and specific way of seeing the world and i'm so glad you share it π€
βHe is too short to kiss the moonβ
Holyyyy goodnesssss, thiss is soo gooood like broooo wowwwwwwππββοΈπββοΈ
"he has no hands, he can never embrace himself".
it got me fs.π«‘π€
So beautiful!! Love the visuals.