the feeling of the bubbling has become a familiar one 

the elevation of it is a comfort in some cynical way

the heat always remains in you

no matter the amount of coolness that comes and goes

confused by what brings the heat 

everything causes the heat to come forward 

the sensation of the heat huddling in your arms

there’s a pressure in them 

a pressure like an animal stuck in a cage 

it’s as if the pressure is stuck and trying to make its way out

there is no way out

not without causing conflict 

conflict 

is it really that bad if it’s something you thrive off of 

conflict 

something you’ve been raised around that it’s comforting and nostalgic 

conflict 

something that will always stay with you 

it goes hand in hand with the heat 

the two mixing together and opening their arms as if to say it’s okay you’re home now

it’s peculiar

how quickly you run to the two without a single thought to it

how quickly you embrace it is similar to a child embracing their mother

you’re blinded by the comfort and familiarity the heat and conflict always bring

the feeling of nostalgia is the first thing in your paracentral vision

they will always be home 

they will always be welcomed