Sometime yesterday Even the stars began to change With the landscapes
They told me to look for something real Never let anyone play with your heart Little did they know This…
between oceans of emptiness and beams of joy, lies restlessness.
black tire marks on asphalt– like another story brewing in my head left untold.
the skies are vast but lonely; roots have always grown towards gravity.
stars above stars below which way is up which is below stranded at mountain top
all this time gravity pulled me down I saw the earth as the enemy
how strange that we can grow different kinds of leaves every time we shed
like the colours of the sky I change– I hope you stay through the dark night.
planted too close and now branches are tangled: where do you end, where do I begin?