Yesterday and today were both clear skies, and I was watching the towering summer clouds.

It's a clear day, almost lethargically so; I slowly close my eyes.

It seems "that" isn't something that can be remembered so easily.

I was soaking in the reality of having grown older.

With a plan made to look like an adult, we set up a mysterious signal.

"Shall we go? Today is a battle too," we stood up and took each other's hands.

Absurdity was a given, and we were forced into loneliness.

Lost, I felt like I was about to become consumed by melancholy.

Pushing through the tall grass, glaring at the blurring sun.

You said this:

"If you're lonely, come over here."

The noisiness knocks, and even the emotions that were born...

Floated in my head and then withered away. "Was it just an illusion?"