My Island In The Sun
The island I wasn't born on felt more like my home then my own house.
The crisp island breeze against my hot sun kissed skin felt refreshing.
I impatiently wait for the moment I can go back. Back to the bumpy roads and tall palm trees.
Where the thin, unpolluted air fills your lungs.
I long for the endless nights filled with bright stars and nostalgic childhood memories.
I crave the loud music and long road trips.
I miss the cool waves against my back and the sand between my toes.
Most of all I yearn for the carless life and freedom the island gives me.
My home away from home.