Headaches, Malfunctions, and funny little Skeletons.

Cravings

It's 3am and I'm missing home
I'm missing the snowflakes that fall on Halloween.
The 30 minute walk to school and back.
I miss the small little town that gets bigger the deeper you went.
I miss the cops that took their job to serious. And the mom I'd always come home to.
I miss napping on the couch all day and staying up all night.
I miss being a loner with my group of friends who were exactly like me
I miss their laughs and beautiful smiles.
I've got such a craving to smell the fields of corn around my house
The creek that swarmed with fish and weeds
I miss the thorny trees that left bullets in the ground, be careful where you step
Because my heart
My mind
My soul
Was left behind back there, along with a box
A box of my memories
Too old to carry with me

But every time I go back I seem to know exactly where I left them

I miss frozen yogurts, that strangely tasted better in the below freezing winter, a library where you could read to dogs. A grocery store that you could walk to in the spring because it was just the right amount of warm.

My bicycle, pink with butterflies that popped a tire in the 5th grade, a neighborhood friend, 2 houses down, I'd be there everyday only to realize that things are gonna change and nothing is forever.

I'm craving. For everything to be exactly the way it was before I left my home.