Let's go little kid, let's play

Some nights you just feel like your genuine self,

naked,

unhinged,

untainted.

And as you walk home, you see your younger self smile at you.

Such laughter.

Such purity.

Such joy.

Then you smile back,

but it fades away.

Where you are right now,

everything seemed temporary.

The you remember you're not you,

not young anymore,

not old enough.

You're in between.

And there's so much uncertainty.

So much questions.

As you follow the kid home,

you're awakened that you're not really home.

It's been such a long time since.

But you're just hopeful.

To see your bed.

To watch your favorite TV show.

And see your Mom has prepared you your favorite meal.

And you can smell her cooking from across the block as she calls you for dinner, changes your t-shirt bc you're drenched with sweat.

And you rush to the kitchen,

Taking in every beautiful scent.

It smells like nostalgia,

sprinkled with sadness here and there.

Then you get a bonus,

She sits there welcoming you.

Telling you all sort of annoying stuff,

Like don't tire yourself.

Like next time come home early.

But she hugs you anyway,

Hi Inang.

How have you been?

You smile at the memory.

So good.

So far away.

So different.

After all that passed down your memory lane,

All the imaginary,

Make pretend,

You get to your destination,

then you realize why...

why these nights occur to you at most random times.

Let's go little kid, let's play.

I'll take you to your Mom.

I'll take you home.