The Little Things

This sleepy town awakened my insides. The down pour washed away my naivity and cleansed my body from the pungent smell of weeks old indeceisiveness and the smoke taht had filled my head. The beauty of nature versus the constant headache of construction. Me: Using the stars and the moon as night lights; You: Under the heavy smog from inter-state highways and oraneg lights from the city. The distance between these two states are the same as of you and I. Though it feels far greater than 3,000 miles. I'm coming back now, disgusted at the life I lead at home, jealous of the few days I spent living here. The differences in diction, in time, in weather, are the differences you wouldn't believe helped heal my mind and heartache. The thorn you thrust into my side is just a minor inconvenience now that I've learned to see clearly. The once painful words of "let's just be friends", dousn't phase me like it used to because I know your phase will be over. Your search to end your confusion will cease. Maybe somewhere in this sleepy town is teh cure for all heartache. Somewhere lost in the hallways or covered beneath the snow are the answers I'm looking for; the reasons for this maddness that hides deep within my soul. I don't know. But I'm not afraid to find out. Maybe one day I'll share this with you.. Maybe then you could see what I mean when I say that "I Miss You".