mazeways

"hey babe? what would you say if I randomly asked you what your name was?"

she responds with her name and asks why it's on your mind. it's not what you meant to ask. some part of you thinks maybe the question isn't ready to be asked aloud. there's something there. you think about the scene in your mind, of you and Mocha.

you haven't seen her in a long time. not since before you grew up and moved. not since that awful, terrible thing happened. not since before the cops got involved.

if she's still out there, or if you could bring her back, would you recognize her? would any of it still matter?

would we still be friends?

you tell Muzzle you love her and you pull the blankets up over you.

dream about nothing for a while

{ quit mazeway }