In my small town, I know every street, and I've walked down them all thousands of times. I walked and walked and trampled my shoes looking for you. Even the windows were empty - you didn't look at me from them. My city is beautiful, but somehow empty without you. It seems like I have all the joy in the world here, but without you it's like dough that hasn't grown. So I take the seeds and go to sow them. I sow in the streets, under the houses, at the gates, under the windows, wherever you can walk. And when you see a sprout making its way to the sun through the cobblestones, you will realize that I am in the world, and you will want to find me too.