The silence covers the noise of the waves that are petting the rocks.
That is the end, the last minutes of peacefullness, and I already think about the way back home.
To the low routines and the usual useless days.

But this holiday is not the only thing it’s ending.

I watch the sky, it’s like me
Dark.
Sad.
Brooding… clouds.

I feel betrayed, once again.
It’s hard to tell how much it hurts, but it does.
Nothing happened, that’s true, but I can smell in the air, something is going to change.

I will never look them in the same way, I can’t.
I’m just… different. Does that makes me guilty?

I can only look forward, to the West.
To italy, but even more, to California.

I can only look towards the light.