THATS IT

There was old bridge in my town covered in Old scratches from people who had been there before Us. We used to meet there after school. No plans, no reason, just no one wanted to Go home yet. Five, six boys, old enough to Stay out all night and young enough to believe That the future was standing just around the corner, Leaning against the wall and smiling. Someone always had a story. Someone always had a dream bigger than the town Itself. Mostly we had time and spent it carelessly. We talked about cities we had never seen, about Love we hadn’t met yet, laughing too loud and Watching the fog rolling from the river like it Was breathing itself. And in those moments, right there, Life felt impossibly big. We didn’t know where we were going, and maybe That was the whole freedom of it. Young and reckless, that’s it.