Going Home Will Be Like

A much anticipated cigarette after a long day.

It is the most amazing to me, after all those years living there, the emotions and warmth it brings me just to see familiar grounds. I've memorized the back roads to everywhere and I know where the end of each road lies.

I see roads everyday here in Jacksonville and I wonder: "Where do they go?"

Even if I knew where they emptied out into, it's not like I would care. They don't fulfill me in any way so I just stop imagining.

I can't wait till my toes sink into the sand at the beach where me and so many memories have walked. I'm just imagining basking in the sun that freckled my sand key beach dwelling body and the difference will be more obvious than a screaming baby amidst a silenced library.