We could…

“Where did you go? Remember when we were little? You were so funny, you were so alive. Where did you go; did I tell you to go? Is that why you went? Did I say “I don’t need you” and throw you away? My first friend was you wasn’t it? There was a time when I told you to go, wasn’t there? Why do I forget that moment, yet feel the memory?”

“Are you here right now? What do you think?”

“It’s scary but maybe we can do it”

“I don’t know… don’t you want to escape too?”

“Yes I do, but what if we don’t belong there either?”

“Also, we can’t come back from there” -CS

“We can’t go.”

“We could…”