eccothekitten's Journal

They're back
The beautiful days, they're back again... It's those cirrus dipped liquid skies and that yellow-pinked breeze, it feels like sunrise in the twilight. It smells like childhood and though the memories bereft of pictures, the sunlight you remember, the feeling you retain. The follicles on your cheeks seem more alive, frolicking down the back of your neck with that sweet sepia familiarity. The colors swim easier now, in these popsicle days, I hear warm cement and nothing is painted. It is all in it's purest form, not re-rendered, not harnessed, it's all source. I love these days, these sidewalk chalk days, and they're right on time. Make sure you breathe deeper this month, and note the hues in your eyelashes; they'll tell you how they remember your tiny fragile hands.

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