Far away a crow caws. The earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details there are dreams. And everyone´s living in them.
But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?
A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another.
Of course, they're not clowning around to make me laugh. They're doing their best to live very lives, and they just happen to fall down sometimes. I think that's cool.