this rush, it’s not the collapsing kind anymore, just a sudden expansion behind my eyes, like the whole summer is briefly too much to hold but in the most beautiful way. there’s a warmth that spreads, a gentle heat under the skin of my forearms, and it’s not from fear, not from anger, just this overwhelming sense that everything, even the forgotten moments, leaves its own peculiar, precious residue. and that faint, almost metallic taste at the back of my throat isn't bitterness, it’s just a mineral trace of something deeply human, a full-body MEMORY.