things i miss.

i miss the sun. 

i miss warm grass.

i miss people i thought i loved. 

i miss reading in trees in my backyard.

i miss feeling cold water when jumping into a pool.

i miss running.

i miss feeling motivated about school.

i miss when people used to be natural.

i miss when people got along. (if they ever did, i guess i miss the idea).

i miss crying really hard about something that means a lot to me.

i miss being missed.

i miss getting butterflies.

i miss playing hopscotch on warm sidewalks.

i miss recess.

i miss nightgames.

i miss laughing, like really laughing.

i miss tan skin.

i miss those huge popsicles from smiths.

i miss a clean room.

i miss a clear head.

i miss my friends that are always around me but seem so distant still.

i miss my granparents in idaho.

i miss painting in my grandma's art studio all by myself, in my own head. 

i miss the field by my house that is now covered by road and cars.

i miss simplicity.  

i miss a purely blue sky.

i miss my house decorated for christmas.

i miss my dad because he's out of town.

i miss good people.

i miss not worrying about the future. 

i miss sharing a room with my sister.

i miss being a kid.

i miss not having homework.

i miss camping in zion.

i miss a star-filled sky.

i miss doing cartwheels down hills.

i miss playing house, thinking being a grown-up was so glamorous.

i miss potted plants on my porch, and tall sunflowers.

i miss when people were okay with who they are.

i miss my best friends from elementary school.

i miss playing in the mud for fun.

i miss the world before it felt so out of reach.

i miss honesty and trust.

i miss clothes on the clothesline.

something i don't miss: not knowing who i am. because i do. i know perfectly who i am.

-H