Is it real? I can see shape of you. I feel you around here. This restless air. I take a breath. There is something different. You're not here. I can't say sky is connected. Because the eyes are mind, it makes no sense unless we make eye contact. Come home. It's different. The voice that I heard a while ago is not your voice. Actually the air that is changing at all. I take a breath. I choked. Something different. You're not here. I can't say sky is connected. Because the eyes are mind, it makes no sense unless we make eye contact. Come home. When dead leaves fall down and they touch each other. I can hear your laughter. Then it is good. It is a lie. You're not here. I can't say sky is connected. Because the eyes are mind, it makes no sense unless we make eye contact. Come home.