of your eyes, begonia skies

there is something so beautifully real about old, acoustic songs- they take you to places, remind you of phases- there's something so meaningful about being able to listen to the wistful strumming of the guitar, the sad songs you grew up listening to, so very reminiscent of days you spent crying nights and nights on end, of your first heartaches and 5 years later here you are, driving home one night feeling the same way you used to in a long time. perhaps it doesn't fix you the way it used to, nothing pieces you together anymore but there's a faint reconnection in the unfamiliarity and perhaps this is what home is nowadays-

5 years later yet nothing's changed

you still fall for everything visceral

you still feel the same way you used to