I lay in the field, the one attached to all of the memories. I'm embedded in dust while looking up; counting each and every leaf that falls from the tree above me. I have forgotten the city styles, loves, pressures. I only live for me. I look up to the sky, I can smell the rain. Everything gets calm and quiet. Peace and isolation... My only combination for now. Lacking inspiration, I write. The whispers of music behind me carry me on, unafraid of coldness and nostalgia a million miles away in front of me. I take the easiest trail to forget. But everything stays the same. I long for old summer days, ones where I could open my window and breath beautiful translucent air. Youth that I will never have again sticks with me like an perfume. A day to remember for a lifetime. One season for eternity.