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11 September 2011 @ 07:12 pm
I'm feeling a little ambitious
A little frustrated
Certainly a little stuck, but not in a bad way,

It's the kind of little squeeze that fosters growth -

Greenville's nice in the evenings: quiet
And small. But in the day time I'm hard-boiled;
I want Bigger! I want Better!

I miss the city.

I miss public transit and walking. I miss homeless people.

Dirty streets.

I miss the noise, the sound and stink of traffic I won't
Dare step out in front of
Rushing by. I miss it.

Even though I love the sounds of here. Of home. Of summer.
The subtle groan of a sleeping beagle on the couch.
The whistle of a tea kettle. The faint sound of a june
bug's wings, fluttering off into the sunshine.

But I want Amsterdam, and I want it now.
I want dikes and bicycles, coffeeshops and crooked buildings.
I want tulips and Delft, stroopwaffels and tall, tall friends.
I miss the dirty streets.

It's no wonder he thinks I'm crazy.
powerman25 on September 12th, 2011 03:32 pm (UTC)
Why would he think your crazy for wanting something else or missing other places? Why not go back there, whacha got to lose?