These days are made up of lying in the grass, and staring up at the endless sky and getting lost in a daydream. Clouds swaying and swaying and stargazing isn't as lonely despite the empty atmosphere that surrounds everything. How it must feel like to be up amongst the stars, forever floating and drifting from galaxy to galaxy. What it must be like to have a reason to twinkle.

These days are made up of sitting on an abandoned swingset, rust eating away at the chains. The happiness of youth, smiles and laughter, have faded away. Nothing lingering, almost as if they never existed. Swinging back and forth and back and back towards the yesteryears of something called "childhood".

These days are made up of blowing bubbles into the wind. Watching the colors reflecting and swirling around before their short journey ends. Hope can appear and disappear within an instant of each other. Childish pleasures are all that's left to cling to. The bubbles seem to be a manifestation of a dream that can't come true.

These days are made up of skipping stones across the water. Seas are ebbing and flowing, connecting with each other but still so distant. The pebbles are endlessly leaving ripples in its wake. The torn sails have already drifted beyond the horizon.

These days are made up of fake smiles and insincerity. Hiding behind a false mask, truthfulness has long been lost. Desperately afraid of being rejected, turning into what everyone expects to see rather than showing a flawed heart within.

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