I miss my 420 square foot apartment, my 19 inch tv screen, no cable,
I miss singing to my kitchen, which to me, was like singing to a sold out crowd at the Verizon Wireless amphitheater.
I miss the 90+ heat. A humid heat that fogs up the windows at night, falling asleep to the sound of my air conditioner under a mountain of blankets.
I miss the street lights I was once so familiar with. I knew every inch of that town, and loved each one.
I miss the roller-coasters, the kettle corn, elephant ears, the bright lights and glow-necklaces. The sound of children being truly happy.
I miss Fellows lake, cooking hot dogs with sticks, falling asleep next to a fire.
I miss my job as an overnight janitor, my empty bank account, the smile in my soul.
Maybe someday, I'll play to a sold out amphitheater, and as I look out at the crowd, the only thing I will see are a fridge, old stainless steel sink, and some worn out cabinets.
