home.

home smells like the earthy scent of our old soccer field. it smells like the sweat we found ourselves drenched in after a gruesome day. it smells like the perfume we shared through middle school. it smells like the lunch breaks we spent in the bathroom doing our makeup together. 

home tastes like the salty taste of tears streaming down our faces. it tastes like coffee bought when we were supposed to be studying. it tastes like our favorite food that we only got to eat when we went out. it tastes like the sadness that cut through the separation between us.

home feels like the comfort of your arms. it feels like your lips on my cheeks, on my shoulder, on my forehead. it feels like the crevices of our skin. it feels like your lithe limbs and my awkward stances. home feels like the space between us. ◆

House by Nathaniel Enriquez (@nathanielisdead).

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