it’s funny how passion that fills you up to overflow and floods through your system can fade so fast.
like your favorite pair of jeans, made to last, but one day you look back and they aren’t the same.
they don’t fit the same way,
the color isn’t there.
the brightness and perfect feeling is gone.
and yeah they still fit, but it’s gone from a ****, heady-feeling fit to a soft comfortable daily-existence fit. i don’t know if i’m talking about jeans anymore.
passion fades, so do jeans.
but that doesn’t mean your favorite pair of jeans isn’t still your favorite pair. it’s just a different kind of favorite, they’re your favorite because they’ve stuck through it all with you, because there’s memories with those jeans, because there’s nostalgia and pictures and good times and god suddenly that passion is flooding through you again, rich and full and sweeter now.
so what if passion fades, you had it. it’s in there somewhere, and there’s nothing quite like those jeans to bring it back out of you.
shower thoughts...thank you to any readers **