I miss you.
I miss the small talks.
Sometimes we are too caught up in making a living,
That we forget to live.
We keep on trying to fill up every second with things to do,
That we forget how it feels doing nothing, just being together.
Sometimes I feel I dont belong in the city,
I dont want the fast-paced, career-centered life it offers.
I wanted to have the time to walk in the park, ride bicycles,
and hear little children laugh without thinking, 'I'm too tired.'
I wanted to crawl up in bed all worn out for staying up late,
watching all the feel-good movies I missed half a lifetime ago.
I wanted to dream about kitchens, libraries and living room couches.
I wanted to go star-gazing, lying on some old, rusty roof.
I dont need to watch the sun wake up with the skyscrapers.
I dont want to take that bus ride anymore.
