I like clowns, they wear colorful clothes and do tricks, I like them because they always seem to want to make everyone laugh, but sometimes I wonder what they hide behind that painting, who makes clowns laugh?
A while ago I heard the story of a girl who was lost in the woods. Sometimes I imagine that she is not really lost and is living adventures in the woods with her frog hood.
There are little spirits that live on the clouds, and when they cry their home begins to leak. Sometimes in winter I wonder what tragedy afflicts the hearts of these beings.
From my height, I can only see a doll on the highest shelves. It gives me the creeps, because she just stares at me, even if I make signs to her or talk to her, she never does anything, she just looks at me.