Something

Something feels like I’m back in my room with the glow up stars on the ceiling

The sunset mural painted over the doorframe

The bamboo shades

The way the sun slants onto my dresser

Or my bed

Or my desk

Always changing the layout, my way of controlling the ever changing flow of life

That time I snuck you into my closet because my parents came home too early.

Or the time you biked over and we listened to a country song about sitting at the end of a dock

Or the time we fell asleep on the couch on the Fourth of July in the living room

Catching the sunset parked out front in your white truck

When it was new years and we are making out against the garage door.

All of these feelings ever present in my body

Distant and dusty but still familiar when I allow myself to feel 15 again.

And 16

And 17

And so forth.

Watching myself grow old

Shit just writing this

That feeling will never be the same.

I can be teleported through a simple note of a song. A pull of a heartstring

A smell in the wind

And I’m dropped right back to that touch of familiarity

I’ve been here before

Just not like this.

And it all feels

Like a blanket that is weightless

Just ever enveloping

Full.

And oh so familiar.

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