These things are how you make me feel

-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)