Thirty-ninth @ 11:50 p.m.
Change

The moment comes when,
Without anything occurring,
Everything’s different somehow.
You’re different,
But you haven’t changed,
The way that you perceive everything
[The wind on your face, the cars on the street, the smell of cold, her smile]
is.
What once was inconspicuous
Is suddenly boisterous,
Obscure becomes outlined in neon lights
Like flashing faces of the people who feel like home.
Instantly,
Only the moment matters
You,
The you inside of your self,
The internal you
Is altered in invisible ways,
From feeling
To sight
And without actually knowing
You know
That you will never,
Ever
Be the same.

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