my childhood bedroom at 6:39 pm

To live is to die and to die is to breathe.

To live is to flourish 

To live is to blossom.

To live is to be idle

To live is to go rotten.

When I was sixteen, I remember feeling nostalgic for things I hadn’t yet lost. Pure, raw adolescence.

I walk into my sister's room

And look in her full-length mirror

I don't have one in my room anymore

And I pick out each nuance, each perfect detail