And I fell in love with my coast right as I was about to leave. Making plans to travel, see the world, and all I wanted to do was enjoy the sunset on the pier over the big bridge to Biloxi. Watch as all the lights came into view and spill my heart out on the sand. I still get that ache in my heart when I see those old boats, the harbors, when I walk down those streets at just the right time of day. It’s a gravity that pulls me, rooting me to the ground making me wish I could stay a little longer. Forget for the moment an idea of monotony and just appreciate the simplistic beauty of the quiet country. A shelters safe haven to run when the waters get to rough.
Sometimes I’ll go outside at night and I swear I can smell that air, right before it rains. It’s beauty of a different sense.
This is the definition of homesick.
But please, don’t change and please, dear sound, don’t forget me either.
I fell in love with my coast as I had to leave, and now my heart breaks every now and then for the distance I feel. Like a lost love, like a wave of nostalgia, like a fading childhood, I will hold on as tight as I can because such a place will always be
Home.
