Lying on the arch of grass with our heads upside down
without a care in the world, even though students
surrounded us on the wide campus after class.

My ocean blue messenger bag with mustard lined
straps and your grey backpack rested underneath
us as we watched the trees spin overhead.

Our other friends did not care to join for they were
afraid to embark into the unknown, but we knew
there was more to life than hiding out on the sidelines.

There was more to life than just simply being there, and
we had to create in order to destroy, which is why we
wrote and drew messages to another void of our dearest
feelings and thoughts of elevated happiness and desolate sorrow.