I find myself in things and sounds and people

There are things I've encountered  
that are so unalike anything

I've experienced in any way before
and yet I've found consistent comfort in them.

The unfamiliar twist of a tale
or the grip of a wanting child.

The sound of a strangers verbalized woes
and feel of counting 10 toddler toes.

The scent of new restaurants
and sound of a crowd below tall buildings.

The gushing tumult of an idea
and look of something that feels like me.

The feel of lovers lips,
lightly lifted in laughter

and taste of anything with cream.

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