the time i spend

looking out over the city and there's a sky that reminds me of a color from a crayon box when i was small.

or maybe it's a similar sky that i looked out upon when i was young, when i had feelings coursing through me instead of these same dissatisfied thoughts repeating on an infinite loop.

or maybe it's a sensation that made sense to me once; a realization. now i feel like everything's been realized.

walk down and a street and i always think of a particular scent.

listen to a record and i can hear her voice again.

that particular sunset that goes with that tv show we used to watch.

i see in reruns.

it's all on the back of the shelf now.

but what i'm trying to do is take it down once in a while.

and maybe i can pretend it's new again.

or at least try to remember what it was like when it was.