I am the taste of sushi like butter on my tongue.
I am the smell of my grandpa’s old books that smell like dust.
I am the bursting fireworks and the smoke they leave behind.
I am music without a beat.
I am the smell of exotic spices.
I am the messy fluff on my dog’s head.
I am the scholar that ponders impossible questions.
I am always sleeping.
I am the taste of spicy wasabe burning my mouth.
I am the graceful arcs and curves of the Japanese alphabet.
I am the velvety fur of my rabbit.
I am the overgrown backyard full of soft grass and strong oaks.
I am the mysterious trinkets collecting dust in the attic.
I am the smell of treats baking in the oven.
I am the scratchy blankets that warmed my mom once.
I am ancient voices telling forgotten stories.
I am a page full of printed letters worn by time.
I am the spicy bursts of flavor in Thai food.
I am the calming warmth of a cup of tea.
by Charles, 7th Grade