I am the watch you never wear. I am your lonely waking. I am the rain in your hair. I am your spirit aching. I am that extra ingredient your pantry lacks. I am lost and found. As the days roll by, I am their sound. I am the beauty of pattern. I am the belt against bare skin. I am the funk that you're in. I am your black coffee jitters. I am fresh-cut bangs. I am your first fall sweater. I am childhood board games. I am blissful ignorance. I am your old friend insomnia. I am the wind that starts wildfires. I am fear of corners. I am your favorite soft t-shirt. I am skipped meals. I am methodical airplane safety measures. I am gullible travels. I am awkward family photos. I am the bruises of allegorical ghosts. I am drug-induced dreams. I am the rug that ties the room together. I am the broken record player. I am your earned sweat. I am the comfort of fortuitous happenstance. I am the coyotes crying in the distance. I am the abyss of politics. I am drought. I am the defense of heretics. I am the hole left behind by umbilical cord. I am dilated desires. I am catastrophic complacency. I am the rhythm of settling. I am the glamour of nostalgia. I am your mother's silence. I am the burn in your throat. I am the call of the wild. I am melted ice cream. I am the itching scars.  I am the creaking tables in dusty, ancient bars. I am the gloaming magic. I am the sting of solitude. I am the undiscovered aptitude. I am dandelion wishes. I am the symbolism of unwashed dishes. I am the secrets of puberty. I am fanatical astrology. I am garage sale treasures. I am the unspoken chemistry.