I'm missing home
So before school ended, I got strangely home sick. I missed my dad and the sun and the stretches of land and the woods.
Now that I'm home, I miss Marshall. I miss the bonfires and the flowers and the sidewalks. I miss the people and the lakes and climbing trees after my bed time. I miss laying on the ground and talking about love, burnt marshmallows, and swimming at night in the rain.
When will I feel like I'm not missing things anymore? Why can't I get my act together and feel like I'm alive by myself? I want to share these times with people I trust, the summers of my adolescence... I want romance and to see beauty again.
I want to feel alive.