Dreams.

I remember. Up on my seat where I watched the fights of the belittled, I held your hand. Something I never told you as I described this dream. I held your hand and I told you I loved you. And i was allowed to call you "the prettiest cowgirl of them all" as we jumped off the highest tower into the piles of play ground below. I could take the woodchips out of your hair and kiss you with meaning like in 2012. What a memory. And what a future it'd be.