Chasing vague dreams of bong hits in the park with you. And
even in that realm, I wonder what you think of me. 3 worlds and a universe
apart, you sit crossed legged by my side. In the spring time of our adolescence,
I continue the rotation. I was floating and grounded at the same time. Full
with the world for a moment. The white clouds passing by, the cool green grass
against my thighs.