This morning nostalgia crept through the window pane. It lingered in the shadow of the sunlight that landed on my face. I took the first breath of Spring and held it in my lungs for safekeeping. Felt the saltwater behind my eyes dare to give. I held it back for a while until waves crashed through my bedroom. Soaking through floorboards- violently filling a quiet space. Lightning burst through and shattered the mirrors. I tried to look at myself and every part of my reflection was in pieces. The paint began to peel off the walls and the room became unrecognizable. This is how you’re forced to rebuild. This is how memories greet you without warning- and that calm before the storm is where they live. Hovering over sunlight just to let you feel again. It’s something familiar. Something that bleeds comfort, but no longer lives within me. Something like longing-AMT©️