I sat there and walked down the street, took in a deep breath and felt a feeling I hadn’t felt in a while. It dug deep in my mind and helped me find something to think about. It brought me back to my childhood and freed me from my responsibility filled life. I don’t know when or how I will feel this way again. I miss walking everywhere in the warm nights. I miss the days where I can find myself in the sidewalks and streets I grew up on. I could hear the American flag blowing in the wind of my neighbors old house. Now they live in Alpine, and forgot about us back here in the dark old corners of Cedar Hills. Where the communities are sealed tight like a Ziploc bag. The same ones I used to make homemade slushies out of otter pops. I remember those days. Take me back to those days.
The street where I grew up
The times I looked up
now I look down, because of the stuff
like responsibilities I live with
The stuff I used to like still feels like risks
The hobbies I have are now quick
because I have to keep time for my commitments