by Domenic
‘I swear I know that person from somewhere’ you think as you make eye contact with a woman and a fire ignites in your chest. Maybe you know them from younger. Young
enough that you weren’t quite conscious yet old enough to form that bond that two people share.You swung on the swings together, you ran around in diapers, you laughed, you cried. You had your own little community of toddlers to play with in the park. You made your own rules and ostracized anyone for any reason.
Then you all got older and moved out to the suburbs and never saw each other again.You have that feeling…where is this person from?! You can’t place it at all. Suddenly you think it’s coming to you. It’s locked deep in your subconscious and now slowly being released. Like molasses the memory flows towards your conscious thought. This person may feel it too but you guys are on the 4 train and that would just be awkward. You’re thinking, maybe I hooked up with this person a while back. Maybe I met them one drunken evening out and about and I’m just being silly. Maybe I see this person all the time and just didn’t realize it until now. That’s why it feels so damn familiar.
A memory comes of a New York when you were fresh. When everything just seemed better than when you moved out to NJ. When the sun the stars and the city lights shown with more vividness and color. When you would touch your Dad’s beard in amazement and giggle.Right when you think you’re about to come up on it, on that memory, it’s gone. Just like that. You know that there is something in this city that you lost a long time ago. You can’t really place the feeling or the time but you know it’s around here somewhere. You’ve come back to find it. The train stops. She gets off at the same stop as you but once you get above ground you lose her and she disappears forever. You put on your Ray Bans and walk home as the sun sheds its final glow over Manhattan. A strong gust of wind blows and cherry blossoms from a nearby tree flood the street while electronic music pulses from a car cruising up Bedford Avenue.
‘I swear I know that person from somewhere’ you think as you make eye contact with a woman and a fire ignites in your chest. Maybe you know them from younger. Young
enough that you weren’t quite conscious yet old enough to form that bond that two people share.You swung on the swings together, you ran around in diapers, you laughed, you cried. You had your own little community of toddlers to play with in the park. You made your own rules and ostracized anyone for any reason.
Then you all got older and moved out to the suburbs and never saw each other again.You have that feeling…where is this person from?! You can’t place it at all. Suddenly you think it’s coming to you. It’s locked deep in your subconscious and now slowly being released. Like molasses the memory flows towards your conscious thought. This person may feel it too but you guys are on the 4 train and that would just be awkward. You’re thinking, maybe I hooked up with this person a while back. Maybe I met them one drunken evening out and about and I’m just being silly. Maybe I see this person all the time and just didn’t realize it until now. That’s why it feels so damn familiar.
A memory comes of a New York when you were fresh. When everything just seemed better than when you moved out to NJ. When the sun the stars and the city lights shown with more vividness and color. When you would touch your Dad’s beard in amazement and giggle.Right when you think you’re about to come up on it, on that memory, it’s gone. Just like that. You know that there is something in this city that you lost a long time ago. You can’t really place the feeling or the time but you know it’s around here somewhere. You’ve come back to find it. The train stops. She gets off at the same stop as you but once you get above ground you lose her and she disappears forever. You put on your Ray Bans and walk home as the sun sheds its final glow over Manhattan. A strong gust of wind blows and cherry blossoms from a nearby tree flood the street while electronic music pulses from a car cruising up Bedford Avenue.
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