No matter how far I go

No matter how much time has passsed

No matter the season

No matter the reason

When I walk into this place

It always smells exactly the same

And I’m taken back

As if in a time machine

To a time that, at least now, seemed easier

We were carving out our lives

We were screaming into the void

We were fighting against corporate greed and apathy and exhaustion

And this was our safe harbor

This was our shelter in the storm

Even now

It still feels that way to me