The windIs blowing strongly into my face.It feels good.I close my eyes and lie backIn the wet grass.

It is dark out and everyone else is sleeping.Everyone but me.It’s a nice feeling, being aloneOut here.

Ticktock.I hear the sounds of my watch,Every second, every minute.Why does my watch have to remindMe of the time passing?It was nice to forgetAbout time.

Always people are so busy,They never have time to thinkAbout who they areAnd who they want to be.

Am I really here, all alone, so close to my home,Yet so far?Is this a dream?Everything that happened and everything that will happenRides away on the wind—Up, up it goesPast the moon and into infinity.

Dawn creeps in on me and I quietly let myselfIn through the back door.I tiptoe up the stairs into my bedroom—Like a burglar in my own house.

Safe in my bed again,I pretend I’m sleeping.No one will ever guess where I was that autumn night—But I will never forget it.