Lay out in the soft brown earth, feel the grass tickle your gentle toes and listen to the silence day in day out. tell me how soft the skies curl around your fingers and how dope it must feel that you're trippin' above me, an infinite high-forever. i will always remain a night chaser... just don't forget to dance through the stars every time you hear the sound of my drums....i'll always look out for you.
'We lay there and looked up at the night sky
and she told me about stars called blue squares
and red swirls and I told her I'd never heard of them. Of course not, she said,
the really important stuff they never tell you.
You have to imagine it on your own.'
Missing you,
Moo.
