Criss-cross applesauce on the living room carpet
You are yourself again
Yes, years have passed and you have not seen this side of you in oh-so-long
But here it is
It was never gone
And you sit and you think about how close to the ground you were when you stood up
And how you were far enough from the sky so that you did not even need to sit if you did not want to
But you wanted to, because even then you reminisced
Only with increased ambiguity
Today you know just who you are
Today you're looking out the window
Right through the window at a vivid reflection of the person you look for in the mirror every morning but never seem to find
No matter how much you expected them to be there
You brush the rough rug with your fingertips
Empires for dust mites ducking to survive in their fragile existence
And you feel the closest to home you have ever felt until you stand up and realize that you are even closer to the sky than you thought you were.
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