Grass is visible through the floorboards. Boundary between inside and outside becomes blurred. The boundary is constantly moving.
Am I awake, or am I still dreaming? Everything looks different. Familiar things are displayed strangely. All of them should return to their original places. I strike a balance between reality and dreams.
End of summer-
It seems that the corn harvest has already come to an end this year.
I seem to have lost my memory in between. I don't know how to drive anymore.
I have kept running through life without stopping. Why am I still here and not there yet? I am still standing on the border. Is there something left for me in this world?