black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches

I'm feeling childish in the morning
I woke up twelve again
I didn't like it first time 'round
And I hoped I'd aged a bit since then

I'm feeling fragile in the morning

Wasn't what I drank or what I said

I try to always tell the truth

The truth, she finds you in the end

Jag hoppas att ljuset kommer tillbaka snart.

(Citatet är från Kat Flints Candyfloss Branches, bilden på spökhäggsgrenen togs en junidag i Älvsbyn.)