Let's go chase the sun and paint the walls
In shades of gold and strokes of rain.
I'll pretend I don't see the whitewash underneath.
Let's go jump over puddles and dance through dust
Dizzy from turning on our toes, but don't stop.
I know what's waiting when I stop, when the world stops being a blur.

Laughter.
Adventures.
Distractions.

Unless they're not.

What if it was all a goodbye?
One more memory before I leave.