I love going home once in a blue moon, long enough to taste it, brief enough to miss it. Stay at my old house, in my old bed room, hearing all the old familiar noises... the fridge at sleep-time, the morning cars outside the window, the microwave's bell when breakfast is ready, mmmm....
When I go, I buy cigarettes, long,fancy slims, to feel like a Countess. I walk the whole town in less than 30 minutes, and it's exciting cause I know i might find a friend in every corner. Even if I don't... streets seem to smile at me, old women look at me like I've been out of town :P
Then it gets dark and together with some friends we drink the present away. For one night it feels like we're all back there.
(Sigh)
Yes, I'm corny... but how I love going home once in a blue moon.
