There's something about when the mirror fogs up,
Your clouded vision starring back into you,
The steam rising to mould at the ceiling.
There's something about the touch of skin on yours,
Goosebumps rising,
Hearts falling.
There's something about the smell of coffee,
Warming you up,
Swirling in you senses.
There's something about the street when it's just rained,
The smell,
Making tears well,
Drying out before they fall.
There's something about a fire,
Its heat flickering up and down,
The embers flying high,
The smoke filling your nostrils.
There's something about a small smile,
Full of promise,
Full of wonder.
There's something about driving in the rain,
The wheels rolling through the cloud's tears,
Music in your ears.
There's something about when you curl up in bed,
Eyes heavy,
Pillow soft and comforting.
There's something about looking out a window,
The tall sky full of future,
Birds swooping in and out.
There's something about the sun in your eyes,
Something so wonderess blocking your vision,
When you suddenly think,
About the feeling,
About the touch,
About the warmth,
About the cold.
You will find,
Yourself.
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