And I think hard enough,
I can put my head inside my hoodie,
And It'll smell like the corner store,
beside the lake that my brother and I used to ride our bikes to.
We had that whole forest to explore,
And that was our freedom,
More than we needed.
We would sit by the water,
on rocks bigger than we were,
and roots tangled in between them.
We watched the day turn blue,
And the water turn orange.
So I guess everything will be fine,
I’ll go back there someday,
And I’ll be okay right there,
Even if I’m not.
By JI11
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