You’re growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it’s good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies.. So we can dance.
It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nights. I saw this girl next to me, who wasn’t beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my fingertips in shafts of colour, and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.