Fuzz.

A feather fell from his back or leg or arm, just far enough away for a kid to grab. He took it. This is the only thing I think I have understood in the last three days. It is the only thing I can seem to remember, at least.

Honeycomb in one hand, smoke in the other; this was a day for brothers.

I am going to write stories under the sun this summer. Because I w-

Time to sleep.

My dream version of you is terrifying. Makes me wonder.