carry your hopes and carry your dreams, alarm the stars you’ve changed houses, for hearts are wild things.
the night in which I fell,
I went upwards.
It’s like gravity changed within moments
and pulled me in, shooting me skywards.
blind and stupid, I was up there arranging the stars and observing,
when down in a plummet,
like I was hit by a comet,
and back where then time began turning.