the weather here in gainesville has been very european lately.
i love it.
it reminds me of days at my nana's house playing in the garden with the warm green grass between my toes, playing with my little brother or cousins, hearing the distant high-pitched feedback of my nana's hearing aid. wearing goloshes when it's spring time, because i can.
wasn't being a kid the best thing?
why do we remember so little of it?
why can't our brains pack more of those caramel memories into timeless suitcases, airtight?
are we only living a dream?
are these clouds going to fly away?
only if more are to come to keep these suitcases airtight. what i have left at least.
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