I rarely remember the big huge trips I made but I will always remember the smaller more insignificant things, like the bars we frequented, shops we went to, parks to be sat in. Moments that kind of characterise this period of life… it would be nice to just live in that space for a little while longer…
when I dont go back it feels like the last thing that happened there is frozen in time, repeating in my head. but when I return and just exist there calmly, it reminds me that time has moved on, that moment is over, and it wont happen again.
little details, random smells that aren't really there, small specs of life ripping you out of the current moment and washing over you with such intensity that it gets hard to breathe
