REMEMBERENCE

When was the last time i had gone out to smell the evening dew on the grass. I don't remember.
When was the last time i had lied down on the wet grass and not worry about getting my clothes wet. I still don't remember. Its been ages since I had thought about the nature and its plan for me. Boots and woolen socks, hands in the jeans pocket, snow flakes on the shoulder and a walk into eternity. Its been six years since i have done that. Its been six years since i have walked alone and thought about ME.

I miss the chilly breeze on my face which made my nose turn blue and red. I miss the whispers in my air which were like music to me. I miss those long walks in the snow which made me want to build a home.

The huge snow capped mountains and fighters flying between them, the moon shining on me showing me the way to my home, the dark chilly nights after a game of billiards, the quiet long deserted roads, my broken bicycle, sleeping pansy's and gladulas, again the wet grass and the bonfire.

Don't i miss the nature, don't i miss the thought of walking in the pine forest, how i miss sitting by the quiet stream under a moonlit night. It was my home.

I just wanna be back home.