-a neighborhood street corner equally lit by the setting sun and a streetlight. dinner's ready, but 5 more minutes, because there's always time for 5 more minutes. school's out and ain't nothing gonna stop us now. I'm not wearing my shirt and nobody cares, especially me.
these things are how you make me feel
-like Paris in the rain.
these things are how you make me feel
-like free time. an empty notebook and a new pen. all the clocks are broken and the only thing on today's agenda: everything.
these things are how you make me feel
-underwater and the orchestra is playing. the violins and cellos. the violas. my eyes are closed. i can't hear anything, i can only feel it. and it's beautiful. the trumpets are louder than any of my doubts.
these things are how you make me feel
-the moment before i fall asleep. i know i still exist, moreso than i've ever known before, but i'm not really awake. i'm not here.
these things are how you make me feel
-like everything is on the tip of my tongue. this feeling that i've been here before and deja vu isn't the word. a dream where it isn't you, but it is.
these things are how you make me feel
-like I'm young again.
(prompt taken from a poem by Anis Mojgani)
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