camping inside your mind

i think the places you used to live,

always hold some sort of energy,

you won't be able to feel anywhere else in the world.

it's that feeling of being at home,

and the familiarity even after being gone for so long

is just, amazing.

she left one day

without a kiss goodbye,

and she never came back,

and she never said why.

but i don't miss her,

that old bat out of hell.

i can't tell you how many times,

that woman almost landed me in a cell.

she was like a banshee to my nightmares,

she was like the villain to my dreams,

but i can't say there wasn't a moment,

where it all seemed too serene.

so young and stupid,

without a clue,

and no real direction,

of what's right or what to do.

but we grew up,

and we learned from the past,

and when we grew wiser,

we became free at last,

to the system we'd known,

until that fell apart,

along with nintendo,

and pogs and spin art.

real-world bound,

and coming in quick,

i miss the days

where it felt like miles,

in between each second tick.