Lost As I Drew
By endojo on January 15, 2026 12:19 am
As I walk into the field, the grass feels somehow familiar to my toes. The smell is new. The air tastes different than I thought it would. I'm told I knew what it was like. I just can't remember it.
I lost as I drew. That breath, that time gone. But this grass feels familiar to me. I know I've walked here before.
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