act on your impulse

I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still sometimes open the cupboard with plates when I want a bowl. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still open the cupboard with bowls when I want a plate. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still get a fork out when I want a spoon. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and only just recently have I noticed that walking through one of the corridors, the skirting glares because of the light and the angle I’m looking at it and I think it’s a bug or something and every time I remember that it’s just light I clench my fists because I’m angry for forgetting. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still struggle to walk up and down the stairs when my eyes are closed. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and when it’s dark I still struggle to navigate my way. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I only know a couple of good hiding spots. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and when I do things it’s second nature, like breathing, like I don’t even need to try, it’s a subconscious routine. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and the comfort I get from waking up and seeing my ceiling does not compare to the feeling I get when you squeeze my hand. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and the hairs that stick up on my neck when the stairs creak at night when I walk on them can’t even match the chills I get along my spine when your skin passes against mine. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I could probably draw every corner and edge but there is no artist who could ever capture the true beauty of your smile. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life but you are my home.