each memory i remember brings me closer to where i am. every memory, a ticket to those days i sat beside you in your backyard. sharing thoughts and laughter until the suns’s fading. where i am now is lost. a place half-lighted by an almost broken lamp-post. where i am now is a free space. where i can be drunk and float. then fall down like a dead leaf. where are you now? i cant see you into the moon’s eyes. you have to come back. to sing our silly songs. to search for a new space like a field of green grass. where we could sit and laugh. float and never fall down.