You know what I miss?
I miss sitting with you. Sitting under Peter Pan's skies, waiting, waiting for something. Maybe we were waiting for our lives to begin, although it already has but it hit us so fast we missed it in a heartbeat.
Hand in hand, we plunged down the rabbit hole and now here we are, out of dream.
Are we going back? To the place where we rediscover the depth of seas and heights of skies?
xx 4:51 p.m.