this feels unfamiliar, and yet
completely the same, like sitting
on my favorite cushion of the sofa
that time and repetition has molded
to my shape. I run my fingers
over textured fabric, trace the swirls
of a familiar pattern, inhale a scent
of nostalgia, sink into a comforting
embrace, and know that it’s only
me that has changed.
NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 25
Thoughts and Inspiration 