Where did we go that day?
You know,
That day where prisms reflected everywhere,
Where breezes washed over our souls,
And light occasionally glinted off of the corners.
What would you call that place we went when we sat for hours?
That place that was new and alien,
Yet familiar and inviting,
Where you'd see something you knew you'd never seen before,
But would exclaim,
"Dejavue!"
What did you discover about yourself?
Possibly you found that we're all connected,
Possibly you found that despite all our differences,
We're all basically the alike.
Possibly you found little reminders that you are loved.
What was it about that place?
Could it have been that it's a place where time shouldn't be measured by clocks,
But instead,
Maybe by a cigarette,
Or a burning candle,
Or even the length of your fingernails.
I don't know about you,
But I remember the funny little stories
That would boil to the surface of our throats,
Until they couldn't be kept in any longer.
You know,
Stories about witches and fairies,
About our friends and ourselves,
Or about things we didn't know and possibly never will.
Or how about the strange little missions that would fall before us,
Like the search for the perfect song for the moment,
Or the quest for color,
Or the crusade to liberate the neighbors mail,
(Or were we just stealing it?)
I remember the great outdoors would beckon us,
Some urge to be directly beneath the falling sky.
Every time we went to stand in the rain,
We'd catch a beam of light that would keep us from getting wet,
And would warm us from the inside out,
Or was it the outside in?
The world we created that day left us
As the unseen sun slowly dipped below the distant horizon.
And as the world we once knew slowly came back,
It reconstructed itself in a slightly different way,
Little details we never noticed before are now key to the way we are,
And the way we think.
Every time I remember this place I smile,
Because those memories carry the feelings of that day,
And the warmth of our friendship.
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