the underrated youth

"Beside me, I hear Mitchel pull a lighter out of his pocket and light up one of his cigarettes. We sit quietly for a few more minutes; him taking hits while I continue to gaze up at the sky. We lay in the grass parallel to each other. I don't want to speak first, I don't want to ruin this moment. When he breaks the silence, he doesn't look at me. He just keeps his eyes closed, like he's floating on air and his head is in the clouds with no plans to come down.

"What do you want to do before you die?" "