Dec 2019
I miss you.
Tracks of nothing but random bursts of laughter.
Those images of vagrant innocence.
They play like a carousel throughout my mind.
I miss them.
Activities filled with teenage recklessness.
Running under the comforting moonlight.
Unbeknownst we were running out of time.
I miss home.
Humble river water ready for someone to dip in.
Pillars of limestone ready to greet me.
Country music playing for a close knit crowd.
It's waiting for me.
Bearing my love pass yonder.
My heart has whittled out a chamber for them.
One day I will return, after sculpting my future.
Tracks of nothing but random bursts of laughter.
Those images of vagrant innocence.
They play like a carousel throughout my mind.
I miss them.
Activities filled with teenage recklessness.
Running under the comforting moonlight.
Unbeknownst we were running out of time.
I miss home.
Humble river water ready for someone to dip in.
Pillars of limestone ready to greet me.
Country music playing for a close knit crowd.
It's waiting for me.
Bearing my love pass yonder.
My heart has whittled out a chamber for them.
One day I will return, after sculpting my future.
Something I wrote in tribute to my hometown good ole' Nashville. I miss my friends there and the locales. Whenever I hear certain songs I can't help but want to see that whole area again. It's made a staple in my little country heart. Inspired after hearing "West Coast" by Coconut Records and "The Skin of my Yellow Country Teeth" by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
