the apple tree near my apartment smelled like my childhood today. i caught a whiff of early summer air and remnants of petrichor lingering on the asphalt from the rainstorm last night. the colors looked like they used to, not brighter, just more real. i was waking up from nearly a decade's long dream and i was saving snails off the road. and i was friends with all the boys in class because they were just tall enough to pick up those fresh apples from that tree in the playground, and if i played tag with them, they'd give me some too. and i was friends with a girl named rihanna, we pronounced her name the finnish way because that's all we knew back then. i was watching glitter force with a girl i knew before i was even born. we were eating too much chocolate and staying up until 2 am. i guess life never really changes, it just recolors itself, falls into a new pattern. here i am, still awake until 2 am, still with a friend, with several friends, with a smile on my face and bruises on my knees. bottle of soda or can of beer, i should just stop worrying about not being "myself" enough, because i've always been them.


















