There’s this strange sensation
When you remember something exists
That you never really forgot
Just never thought about
So, it doesn’t feel like
Finding something old
That’s been packed away
Gathering dust in the attic
Rather, like a painting on the wall
That’s been there everyday
So you knew it was there
Just didn’t register what
The colors & shapes made
‘Til taking the time of day
To stop & listen to what they have to say
♡Sugar☆World☮ 