It’s like trying to find it, and the moment you do, you lose it forever.
Get out the camera,
I hate losing it.
Take this air and save it.
It’s the air I breathed,
It is you.
You wind around my brain,
make me feel like myself,
like an artistic, sophisticated, silly little elf.
In my head: jars + air
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