I\u2019m the sunshine behind the clouds,
\nAt night, I\u2019m the new moon,
\nYou don\u2019t see me anymore
\nWhat is said is probably discarded
\nAs we desperately try to salvage connection
\nPutting each other first<\/p>\n
Energy is never destroyed
\nBut it is misplaced
\nWhere do we lose it?
\nBy trying to keep it for ourselves?<\/p>\n
Some things come in threes
\nDimensions, colours, buses,
\nAnd us<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m the sunshine behind the clouds, At night, I\u2019m the new moon, You don\u2019t see me anymore What is said is probably discarded As we desperately try to salvage connection Putting each other first Energy is never destroyed But it is misplaced Where do we lose it? By trying to keep it for ourselves? Some … Continue reading My First Real Friend<\/span>