There are only two kinds of people in the world: us and them'
- thus they said everywhere as bits and pieces of my dark earth died
We have all seen how the evenings get so blue
'there must be something else, something that connects, yet, doesn't; that flickers
yet, doesn't' - we have thought
we have wept, seeking
that one last mad dance
hands moving in silence
'should it matter, or should it not?'
'walk in, or walk away'
- thus they thought everywhere as my dark earth died in bits and pieces