I am a poem unfinished.
A color that was not good enough for the rainbow.
A desert that never knew what a sunflower feels like in its soil.
I am a coral reef that was touched and lost its vibrant colors.
I am everything that is nothing.
I am rubble of everything dismantled.
I am those numbers after the decimal that everyone just ignores.
I am the casualty of thought on thought on thought chained by that reaction chain
I am a sigh after a long deep breath
Link to the Italian translation