Thursday, 30 April 2009

A head : Full

I don't know ... I fell off and now I'm floating on all the things that surround clouds ... air I guess. There were stars and you made them come up in the sun, untill they were too tired to dance at night. Now the night is dark. There are broken strings and holes in the sky. But I have this dream ... I talk with a little bird - the little bird from before, and she sings the stars back. Sometimes. And sometimes I think of you. Then I dream. But sometimes I think of you ... and sometimes I think of you, and you. I don't know anymore what is to be. Truth? What was supposed to be... I'm lost in one of the holes in the sky. Fell in. Sometimes the bird makes me happy, but other times she makes me cry. It's not her fault... just my own, because it is so difficult for me to see now in the dark.