going home wasn't in my book of plans.
all i wanted to do was go to the old playground in which i spent the happier moments of childhood.
so that's what i did.
or well, what i did when the sun slowly sank.
the park had a different feel when it became night time.
the air was cooler against my bare arms.
the swings would sway slightly due to the wind.
the slide lay abandoned rather than having kids racing to it.
the grass had a dew on it.
the water breaking through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
i knew my back would have an obvious spot in which i was laying, but i didn't care.
it didn't take long for the moon to appear above me.
the stars were bright, blinding almost.
every night when i was younger.. i used to look at the stars and name a new one.
there's probably half a million stars named 'luke.'
maybe even a few named 'reggie' after my childhood friend and later realized crush.
"how long you been out here bub?" a soft voice asked beside me.
the voice belonged to no longer than reggie, because why wouldnt it?
when did i start living such a cliche life.
