empty fields.this isn't what it used to be. we sat behind this window and we could see that tree outside.they told me how the tree survived the war. now i don't know where you are anymore.there are ghosts outside my room. and curtains are burned out. so i guess i told you that.i've been talking in my sleep again. you were gone in the morning. pillowcase not dry.i wish i could make winds. i wish there was some horses here in these empty fields.neighbours aren't home. this is all a dream.