i walked out in the streets of
a misty daydream
i stumbled on the sides of
a dozen dead realities
i saw many a men watering
roots of a dead tree
i heard a person die and
many people laughing
i met with an artist whose
art died in love

and i decided i’ll be going back
to forget about today

until tomorrow.


I fall in love everyday.

Just a little, oh a little bit.

With new songs.
Flowers. Scents.
Pieces of art.
Five minute conversations.
A sunset in my rear view mirror.
Wind blowing though her hair.
An amazing skill.
A written note.
A daydream.

What a pleasure it is.

To know gravity.