I didn’t dare touch a thing. I roamed through the thicket and let my lungs selfishly soak in summer as if committing the moment to memory. I’m only as brave as my mind will allow me to be. Youth feels more vibrant once you’re stuck in a bout of nostalgia- I guess that’s how grieving goes. I’m longing for peace and can’t remember where I delicately misplaced it years ago. Maybe that’s what I get for losing it in the first place. It was never mine to own. So I’ll follow pieces of summer that live in my mind. I’ll think back to that feeling and swallow it whole with the sunlight. And if anyone asks where I’ve been, tell them I’ve been dreaming. -AMT ©️