SOMETHING

There are things you want to hide in a box with a lock and a note saying “Do not touch. Too precious.” The same goes for the smell of skin after touching someone, that particular emoji in a messenger app, and a playlist that, for some reason, you understand better than any other. A song is like an attempt to prevent memories from slipping through your fingers. Wrap them in a blanket, tape them with “forever” and “please don't disappear.” Because it's not every day that something comes along that you don't just like, but that finally feels right. A little naive, a little cinematic. But I want it to stay. At least in a song.