Darn you Isaac Newton.
It hurts; it makes me sick; but most of all it makes me want to run away to the mountains with my guitar and my beloved notebooks. Incredibly mature, I realise.
If I climb to the sky, you’re there! If I go underground, you’re there! If I flew on morning’s wings to the far western horizon, You’d find me in a minute— you’re already there waiting! Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I’m immersed in the light!” It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.
