to stay

"guys we can never leave this town"
he said and he stared into the hazy horizon
and we sat together
in the hot and sun and humidity
on a saturday and we ate our snow cones
and were barefoot on the hard dirt and dry grass
and it was quiet and cars drove by
and the world turned around us
but we sat still
in the chaos
in the moment
in a silent promise
to stay

me listening to u2 and completely unrelated

i know this doesn't make much sense because what even is context but this is a moment of memory that i wanted to store and keep for awhile (such a relative word- awhile). so there you go.