REMEMBER WHEN, ALEXIS?

We laughed at bruises. We slept away wednesday afternoons. We fit 3 to a bed. We sunk into the carpet. We apologized to life without saying a word. 

I've watched every year pass by and remember it laced with heavy dose of revisionism. We still have those long legs and short desires. We could just buy bicycles too big for us again and laugh and laugh and get caught, laugh and laugh and stay stuck. It's better this way. I see ya around that place, where the wind gets caught in our stay.