staring at flickering lights, mutual smiles, making up imaginary conversations, daydreams, worn shoes, cigarette smoke, incense sticks, long car rides, bony elbows, sleeping on roofs, tripping together on the sidewalk
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I’m just trying to remember what it was like being a young child spending my days watching Godzilla. I was in one of my aunts many new homes (she moved all the time) I believe it was her boyfriend’s place. It had brown carpet and floral curtains which made the place radiate an orange hue whenever the sun came through. My cousin and I would spend our days in that little place eating slime pops, digging a hole to china, drawing pictures with colored pastels, banging away on the drum set, but most importantly we spent our childhood days watching Godzilla.