Dear You,
Your memory gives me this feeling...
It is like the smell of cigarette smoke, or plastic, inflatable pool toys
Like the sight of a mountain in a picture, or the wind rolling along green fields
Like the sound of water splashing a ways off, or a racquetball hitting against the wall
Like the feeling of squeezing a pillow, or cool water all around me
But it also gives me this other feeling...
It is like the smell of moldy old clothes, or recently burned black and milds
Like the sight of a grand piano, or a big white truck
Like the sound of a V6 engine rumbling outside, or death cab's new CD
Like the feeling of a cold sweat, or dream-like despair
I wonder just how far away could you really be?
Yours truly,
Me
