In tall trees apples grow,
no one knows where we go.
Bowie shines, it's like snow.
Talking inside out,
when all those beautiful clothes were ruined in the pool.
Real good food
We just tore up the experience.
cried in bed this morning when I heard the news that Bowie had passed.
He was such a huge inspiration for my art, music and life. I'm crying
again now. RIP Mr. Bowie, you really are a starchild, hold now, dancing
in and out of light.
Collage and writing by Toni Oswald Copyright 2016