Pollen sticks to the early leaves. Talking breeze speaks breakfast and coffee, stuck in my nose, burning my brain. I'll stop walking, come on. Catch up. You never walk beside me, why do I have to lead? We're going to miss the goddamn ferry again.
The noise of the street is just enough sound to clear my head. Up and down like a 12 year old girl, hormonal or maybe just immature. Grow up and be the one you were yesterday, 3 days ago, last week. Year. Lifetime. You skip around like a frog in a pond. I'm in the ankle deep grass, catching fireflies while you watch and wish you were, too. Come here, we've done this before. The daylight won't hurt you, remember?
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