POETRY
Cai, Arnold
DEDICATED TO THE SPACE I KNOW BEST by angelica zatarain
Nothing in my life has remained consistent. Everything and everyone comes and goes, yet this space has been the only thing in my life that has felt familiar the whole time. The space that doesn’t get any heat in the winter, the space where I met one of my very best friends on Zoom, the space I almost had my first kiss.
The familiar feeling of seeing the sun’s rays lay on my bed with me on a summer evening. It makes me feel safe, and reminds me of the nostalgic feelings I experienced from August to September 2019. The solitude I find within my locked door and blue-purple lights at 2 A.M. It never fails to keep me calm, and reminds me of the elated feeling of hearing one of my favorite songs live at a concert. The paintings, drawings, and pictures around its walls act as tokens of life experiences. It gives me an abundance of reminders as to why I’m still alive, and reminds me of the happy feelings have introduced to my life
this space has been the only thing in my life that has felt familiar the whole time. 7
Go through the main door, go straight down the hallway after passing the living room, and enter the room on the right. From the space that used to be the playroom of my sister and me to my sanctuary, this is my space.
