Spacing out

I miss writing.

I miss reading.

I miss cooking.

I miss baking.

I miss sand between my toes. Hair grown messy from the wind. Uneven skintones. The smell of sunblock that clings to the walls of the room. The sound of waves crashing shore.

I miss jogging at 5pm, just as the sun sets. Pushing my luck, in sight of heavy gray clouds. Running till my legs turn jelly. Lighten your step. It reduces the blow.

I miss the music. Listening half-awake. A little buzzed. Beer in my hand. No End in Sight. Eyes shut.

Daydreaming.

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