home

there's nothing better than being immersed in a full wave of nostalgia. nothing better than the feeling that this place is home -- this is where i belong.

watching the midnight sky from my old gravel driveway, i can see the lights from the nearby city on the horizon. i smoke a cigarette with my cat as we walk the length of the gravel to the road. there is no sound, save for a mew here and there, and i've never felt so comfortable being completely alone.

why stop living in the past? there's so much good left in it. this place will always be my home, and i was so immature to not see all of the possibilities that i've left untouched. living in the middle of nowhere isn't always so bad -- breakfast on the griddle, splitting firewood, growing a beard and wearing flannel. this is what i've always wanted and i've never realized it until now. i want to live in nature for a while, until the city calls me back.

i want to be the salt of the earth.