she touched my face

How come your constellations look like Bulls?


One was created ugly, one beautiful, they gain more experience that way.

And my constellations?

Well you're the one,

whom every night

has a lone horn blowing, off in the distance.

When you walk throughout your house, because you cannot sleep.

And you hear the horn in the distance, interrupting the gentle night that was slowly falling.

It's you. And you wonder whom it is

in charge of disturbing the night.

And you wonder.