The Wallpaper and Forever

I close them.
There, like an old movie playing on a brick wall...
flickering images haunt me.
Familiar.
Open them.
The surround sound of my imagination blares louder.
NOW!
The bass resonates deep inside my ribcage.
NOW?
Now...it comes slowly, softly whispering itself in the breeze.
The same breeze that carries me to Louisiana.
The same steam that lifts off the last piece of paella,
the same breath that brushes my lips before we kiss.
As if my soul finally recognizes the time....
as if my body can't control the shaking inside,
as if my heart keeps repeating...again, it's happening again.