Sometimes a day will have the same energy as a random day in my past
Some obscure childhood memory
I don't know why a this valentine's day reminds me of a summer day in late may making mud castles in the yard of my apartment complex when I was little
Sometimes it makes me think about how in the 4th dimension all of time is happening at once
And I wonder if that energy I feel means that day is happening again right now, somewhere in some other world
Another me is sitting in her yard in muddy denim with a sand shovel near evening time, not knowing how much she's going to miss these days in her future
I hope things are better for her
I hope she's happy
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