the kids drive on
we might just be emo kids cheering up, p-money. or i start to think this and then we walk farther into our forests and fields we stood up and our knees were dirty and your shoes were still breathing and mine were still squeaking and we couldn’t tell the difference between before and after but something had almost changed between us. then, we sat reflecting on a bench in the breeze. i was thinking i should come here more often because i could write freely and you were thinking about whatever boys think about when there is silence and the girl isn’t putting out (perhaps nothing) so my hand found yours and my other one was playing with this plant that was growing next to the bench that held us. then, i let the plant go and continued to hold your hand, noticing that the plant sprung back into its original place so easily while it was so frail. i don’t spring back like that. and the plants (all of them) were leaning towards the sun. i like the way plants lean, i say. they lean toward the sun, you say. i think people lean, i say. toward what? you ask. i don’t know, whatever, i guess., i say. and i lean my head on your shoulder. you feel warm like the sun.