Your Days

It hits you at weird moments. Like when you walk out into the rain to go back home after a birthday party. It smells just like a Missouri summer-rainstorm, and somehow that makes it very clear that it's not, that you're far away, that these are your days. I don't even feel that I'm using them badly. I'm not having any regrets. It's just strange to be living in a world I thought about for so long. Just strange for it all to be so real.