putting memory on the highest setting and waiting for it to boil.

catching a whiff of lilac in the air and mistaking it for 1983.

inserting a 10 second pause between thoughts.

butterflies in my stomach when i study the labyrinth i walk.

nostalgia always creeps up and embraces me. i try to shake him off because his body heat makes my flesh burn.

these are the days that we reflect upon with smooth smiles and squinty eyes.