WheatfieldКаждую ночь, каждый день, в минуты короткого сна, тебе снится одно и то же.More Like This
Это бесконечное пшеничное поле, залитое солнечным светом, от которого приходится щурить глаза, &
My StoryWhen I was in 2nd grade - I wasn't much of a talker. I just sat there and daydream of other things as class went by. I tried to talk to others - but they would just talk small and continue their long conversations with their own friends. I tried to play with others during recess - but they would just ignore me as if I wasn't playing. That's when I started to feel lonely and just sat at the swings, enjoying the wind and heat through my hair, and kept swinging until the teacher blew the whistle.More Like This
On the playground I played alone - it didn't bother me, I liked being a alone. No one can bother me and I can daydream. I like to watch others play while I swing high up into the air and watch them play around.
And did you know how long I've been on those swings? Almost 10 years.
I've been on those swings year after year - swinging alone and watching the others play Freeze Tag or Fish-On-Sand. I was never sad when I was left out - I felt neutral.
Then I had my first friend the same year...but thi