I miss the unsettling lustful glances and wistful dreams. The drug induced laughter, glow of cigarettes and the driving home in the early morning hours. I want to be able to go out early and have to sneak back into the house as the yard is just beginning to be touched by the sun, grass still wet with dew, all to just wake up in 3 hours; starting it all over again. Life should always be like that.
