Other places have some neat things — sweeping glass buildings that touch the clouds, or a thousand different people with a thousand different lives; but not here.

Some places, you look up at an endless sky and you see a bright splash of color: blue or grey or pink or orange. Not here.

There are places where the sun is hot or the wind is cold, and places that people travel for miles to see. Wild places full of briers and thorns. Not here.

I’d love to see the world and all it’s many places, but for now I’d like to lay here, and

Drift…

Off…

To sleep…