I followed the flowers of June into the lake – deep under. What did I find there?
Mermaids and jellyfish and sea horses and plants that could eat them all up.
I saw castles made of sand and pearls and black cloths thrown over their gardens.
My skin was spread on the road to the end of the waters.
Everyone sang to me about what it's like to breathe water.
Water is full of bubbles,
Life is full of bubbles,
Breathe in the green.
The sky was under my feet, because the stars had all fallen in the lake and the beautiful blue sky felt far too lonely alone up there and had fallen without a sound as well. And now if I wanted to make a wish on a falling star I would go up with it and find nothing but darkness.
And as I walked through the lake I saw the people swimming above in their school robes, with their faces plastered on their back.
Could I find the flowers of June? If I have lost their track then my journey has been fruitless.
They tell me not to believe everything I read – well I believe in my flowers. They are the only things that are real, when I put them in my hair, when they cover my eyes.
In time, there won't be anymore flowers of June, so I am chasing the last.
It's the last time June
throws out flowers
with your name.
Whenever I open my lips I see a new world and it's never my world.
"Second star on the right,
Strait on till morning…"