When we look at the clouds, sometimes, they appear mushy and chewy if we only could. But if we were to fall off from somewhere above, the clouds wouldn't actually save us. It isn't the fluffy cushion bed we imagined it as. These are the random things I think of after waking up at one past ten in the afternoon, looking up at the sky on another ordinary day. Of course, Peter doesn't like it when I say all these out loud. He isn't as vague and crazy as I am, rather worse, with his obsession for Jughead from Riverdale and other of those mysterious stuff. He could be a tremendous poet, much like Alexander Pope but I'll let him figure that out on his own.

The differences. Everyone knows about it, but no one really appreciates it. Someday maybe, we all say. This one's about me. About you, him, them, the people, about lives or let's just say everything and all. That, "Someday I'll get better" is here.

Life has a way of making complicated things uncomplicated in it's own way. People always stare, make it worth their while they say. Well, not for Tyler. A profound boy who knows a lot and sees way beyond a human eye can. But does he see what he actually needs to?