We are spending all our time away from one another. We are coming to a tender age of miracles and robbers. We try to live a life respecting all the animals. Like wind behind the grass in sway, asleep at certain times of day. Don't turn away looming moon, you'll have your revenge very soon. Don't turn away from what you love, soon you'll be finding it's much too tough. I have thought of sharing all these different feelings from under covers. May we all turn into the leaves that crack and break apart. And I'm anxious to relieve my mind from desperate thoughts. I hope you remember me always