I step off the sweaty bus
And onto hard pavement.
It's not raining hard
But it's not not raining hard, either.
My purple Converse
Step around puddles
On the sidewalk.
The Converse the rest of my friends
Have too.
I like this feeling,
The rain on my skin.
I feel alive.
I feel like my existence has a purpose
Besides the same old
Routine
School
Average.
A purpose that's going to matter, one day.
And I'm excited for it.
Long day
past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night
fluorescent lights beating down
then flickering off
a fanfare
a reflection
a redemption
Some things are just instinct
like when I just ran to you
as soon as I saw you
and hugged you for -
oh yeah -
the first time
very very platonic of course
you're my big brother.
Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart
it's like a platonic ballad
it's like you are playing
through first loves
and forbidden loves
and grass in the summer
and crunchy chips
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