“i’m thinking of going away. somewhere.” a sleepy hum that spills from his lips, lying upon damp grass with his eyes fixated on the endless sky above him. “i don’t know where. yet. or maybe ever. perhaps i’ll leave and see where i end up.” hand extends, feeling cool night air dance over his skin, as if he could catch a handful, save it for later. “if you could leave, go where ever you’d like, where would it be? in the whole entire world?”















