A Trip To The Eastern Sky/A Letter For The North & The East

Some people called it substances, some people longing it for laughter, hopes and dreams.. and some.. used it for killing the night. But for us, it always be the blue bus, the bus that took us to the eastern sky, the bus that lead the most strangest hand to us.

We discovered the secret far too soon, we cried over the moon. Now I’m realized, below the eastern sky, we shone brighter than the sun, we laugh purer than an infant, we threatened the shadow at night — and sometimes — we kissed the night.

I want to go higher, swimming into the core of the sun, I want to go deeper, far deeper until I reached the ground of the ocean. There’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky, now your face looks exactly like mine.

Nobody knows where we were, how near or how far. Pile on many more layers, and maybe they’ll be joining us here. If only they try to understand, they’ll see what laying behind the door, they’ll hear what lingering on the window.

This is a trip to the Eastern Sky, come on, you legend, you poet, and martyr.

This is a letter for The North and The East, forever, until we reach that bridge.