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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2277519
On memories.
Summer is the best time to reinvent yourself.

The warm nights in July when anything is possible.

The distant stars and rumbling skies.

You lay out on the balcony of a kind stranger’s house

and you can see the drizzling rain sliding off the edges of the roof,

pattering and running off the leaves surrounding you,

But you remain dry, caught up in quiet reveries.

Fireflies flash their fleeting light,

flitting about like star clusters

in the empty galaxies between the forks of tree branches.

Your head buzzes gently from that seltzer you drank.

Or was it two? It was probably two.

Enough to push back the existential terror,

the shadow of some excruciating memory,

crystallized and haunting in its clarity.

It slips away in a current of lucid dreams,

lost to the ephemeral rapids

of some other place at some other time

when you were someone different,

or maybe someone exactly the same.
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