Call Me in the Afternoon

we would run into the forests and laugh about life. because everything is so simple and everything is so bright. and we would chase squirrels and eat lychees while sitting on a bench, letting the juice make our fingers sticky and wet. we would photograph each other so we would never forget what it feels like to be young these days. we would walk between trees and listen the twigs crack under our heavy feet. what are we looking for? what comes next? is it faitytales? 
and the day became night and hello into a goodbye that tastes like "see you soon". and we see each other without looking and we are always there but not really, and we always love, but not really. heads spinning, cars passing by, faces of strangers in the subway. and all that matters is we are here, alive.