It is something familiar
like sitting in the front yard of the house I grew up inor the way my mom would wake me up with an orange juice in the morning
(never have been a morning person)
that comfortable silence that I used to look for
within all the arms that never quite held me correctly
is now wrapped around me
like a quiet symphony
singing softly like a whisper in my ear from a memory
It is something familiar
like a smell I can’t place but inhaling brings me back
travel in a time machine to a specific place and moment that changed it all
(probably another time I ran away)
that moment when a hand pulled my hair aside
when a touch to my shoulder brought earthquakes
feelings I was not prepared for
that gutted my stomach retreating to my own insecurities
like a broken record
It is something familiar
like a dream I had, but faded into subconscious memories
a faceless figure holding me and reminding me that there are those who can love
(a voice that can soothe the beast in me)
a soft spoken phrase cuts like an arrow to the heart
pierces and infects me with a sweet dizzy spell from a fuzzy thinking head
a man that gives me the spins by just glancing my way
and for a second he can see me,
without the walls that surround
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