My head rest in the nook of your crossed legs as our eyes lazily drifted across the sky.

And the sun was warm and the grass was soft and there was peace in the absence of everything.

And the wind blew slowly and gently, ethereal, peaceful and misleading.

There was both a provocativeness and an innocence between our anxious lips.

And maybe there was an ounce of truth in all the emotions produced by penitence and youth

But we existed in a space between childhood and morality and there just wasn't a space for figuring

things out. In a different world emotions may have existed apart from worth and exploration apart

from pride but in this world it was all the same.