I always try to feel them, to express them
Yet I forget, and I regret not having felt the sun often enough when it was still shining
The ground beneath my feet when I was away from home
The butterflies when only dead leaves were floating in the air
My father’s smile
The family gatherings when I was little
The sticky saltwater of the tropics on my skin
The fantasy world that only my brother and I knew about
My grandmother’s voice that lulled me to sleep
The scent of his skin when all I have left is his T-shirt
The short distance between my friends
On this day, I miss the sun as it disappears behind the fleeting formation in the sky, and I close my eyes when it reappears a short time later and I try to remember.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
I always try to feel them, to express them
Yet I forget, and I regret not having felt the sun often enough when it was still shining
The ground beneath my feet when I was away from home
The butterflies when only dead leaves were floating in the air
My father’s smile
The family gatherings when I was little
The sticky saltwater of the tropics on my skin
The fantasy world that only my brother and I knew about
My grandmother’s voice that lulled me to sleep
The scent of his skin when all I have left is his T-shirt
The short distance between my friends
On this day, I miss the sun as it disappears behind the fleeting formation in the sky, and I close my eyes when it reappears a short time later and I try to remember.