I want to go back to that place, where white walls were clean & optimistic.
That place where vertical blinds moonlighted as wind chimes, lightly clapping together in the sunlight,
a place where last nights laundry was folded, cooling on the couch.
But it was okay because it was mixed with last nights laughter.
I want to go back to that place.
But its been so long & so glorified, I can't tell if it exists in my memory,
or in something from TV.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
I want to go back to that place, where white walls were clean & optimistic.
That place where vertical blinds moonlighted as wind chimes, lightly clapping together in the sunlight,
a place where last nights laundry was folded, cooling on the couch.
But it was okay because it was mixed with last nights laughter.
I want to go back to that place.
But its been so long & so glorified, I can't tell if it exists in my memory,
or in something from TV.
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