when I close my eyes I can see the wallpaper in my room when I was a little girl.
it had castles and a unicorn.
thinking of my childhood home makes my heart ache in a peculiar kind of way.
i like to pretend I could walk in the front door and everything would be as i remember it.
that backyard.
all us kids.
laughing and running.
feeling light as feathers.
Skylar on his doghouse, watching us play in the trees.
the hay in the field is a dead kind of gold.
they're going to start bailing it soon.
it must be the end of summer.
the streetlights are coming on early.
i can smell someones bbq.
lets go home.
1993
it had castles and a unicorn.
thinking of my childhood home makes my heart ache in a peculiar kind of way.
i like to pretend I could walk in the front door and everything would be as i remember it.
that backyard.
all us kids.
laughing and running.
feeling light as feathers.
Skylar on his doghouse, watching us play in the trees.
the hay in the field is a dead kind of gold.
they're going to start bailing it soon.
it must be the end of summer.
the streetlights are coming on early.
i can smell someones bbq.
lets go home.
1993
