Irony!

I miss giving random misses to mundane routines.

Sitting within closed walls longing to wet my feet with the waves..

I wait for unhurried mornings, sunshine bathing my body.

For leisurely afternoons I spend with my favorite book.

I miss days when I am not controlled by a watch. 

I miss to reminisce. Smiling to myself. Meeting myself. 

In the maddening run, I miss myself behind.

Until I feel empty and hollow. 

And I look behind, and see myself starved.

This whole business of missing, 

I do it for a living, but I miss living while doing it.