I just don’t want to be like those with opinions of a world they’ve never seen.

Summer is leaving silently. Much like a traveler approaching the end of an amazing journey.

Didn't know where I was going. Didn't care where I ended up. I knew I'd be okay though.

Go back, don’t throwback.

After every shirt she looks at me and smiles, letting go of air she no longer needs. She laughs after the sweater, knowing I’m gonna tell her it’s too hot for it, knowing she’ll say it’s for the plane and ask “what if the room gets cold?