The grass is always greener on the other side. Is that what this is? I'm gazing into someone else's yard wishing I were in it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The grass under my feet is green and beautiful and smells like grass and feels like grass. It just seems like all the butterflies flew away, the birds stopped singing, the always-sunny has gone partly-cloudy.

Maybe I'm not looking hard enough, the butterflies are there. Maybe I just became used to that birdsong. Maybe I should look for shapes in the clouds.

I want to know what's over there, though. Sometimes it feels like I almost know. I can close my eyes and so vividly imagine what it would be like to be over there, instead.

Could it be better?

How?

Is it wrong to even entertain the idea?

This yard needs tending to. I could never tend to another whilst doing so.

I still wonder what's over there, though.