You didn’t know much about how this planet spins around.

You looked up the stars and hoped time could just freeze.

You used to dream a lot.

About some beautiful rainy days.

Some girl with long black hair, silent eyes whispering held back tears.

Some empty summer nights, wind softly swinging over your ear.

You imagined.

You imagined some first sights under the spreading sunshine.

You imagined some cloud of steam with some daydream.

Some oh-take-me-back-to-the-start love story.

Some scientists. Some strawberry swing. Some without you is a waste of time.

Some YOU.

But now you don’t.

You just simply don’t.