my little feet below.
The sun shone in on me.
The warm rays felt different,
than now.
Back in the day,
everything seemed so close to me,
now it feels bland and all the same,
but once,
in a long, long while,
I get the feeling of those memories.
Indescribable it is,
very enjoyable, too.
It's what pulls me to my memories;
why I can't let go.
When I get that feeling, now,
I resent it.
It's humid, welcoming—
and that's not even a description.
I want it gone.
I have a future, and it's new.
The past is humid,
the present is bland.
I long for a day of new,
One that brings the new dawn.
One that I can look forward too.
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This poem just kind of hit me. It seems very meaningful to me, and—wait, my furnace just came on and it's too hot!
—I hope you get the emotion from it. Please tell me the meaning you get, and if you know that feeling. I really can't describe it and all my life I've wondered if other people know that feeling. --Skis(pronounced with the i sounding like i, not e(not the plural of a Ski)):P
