{"id":362,"date":"2010-08-04T06:47:22","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T11:47:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php"},"modified":"2014-03-24T01:13:21","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:13:21","slug":"of-the-things-i-miss","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/writing\/writing-2004\/of-the-things-i-miss","title":{"rendered":"Of the Things I Miss"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><em>By Martin Falatic<br \/>\nWritten 2004-01-21<br \/>\nRevised 2004-01-21<\/em><\/h5>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n<p>How far I have traveled,<br \/>\nOnly to find myself looking back<br \/>\nWondering if this fork in the road<br \/>\nLeads anywhere at all&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I miss the long empty sidewalks,<br \/>\nOf a Saturday afternoon.<br \/>\nRiding a bike all day,<br \/>\nStopping only to smell the flowers.<\/p>\n<p>I miss the libraries,<br \/>\nIn their scholarly solitude.<br \/>\nThe student union,<br \/>\nAnd all its background chatter.<\/p>\n<p>I miss long roads on lonely nights,<br \/>\nLaying under the stars watching clouds go by.<br \/>\nI miss whispers of love everlasting,<br \/>\nThe tentative warmth of a first kiss.<\/p>\n<p>I miss the chill of haunting melody,<br \/>\nDeep emotion born of soulful songs.<br \/>\nBeing buoyed by hopeful music,<br \/>\nCarrying me through the day.<\/p>\n<p>I miss the love of optimists,<br \/>\nAnd the heartfelt pangs of pessimists.<br \/>\nI miss the hugs, the laughs, the smiles,<br \/>\nOf all those loved and lost.<\/p>\n<p>I miss intellectual freedom,<br \/>\nA not-world under the radar of greed and control,<br \/>\nWhere words reach for the soul, not the wallet,<br \/>\nAnd ideas are for all, not the powerful few.<\/p>\n<p>I miss depth of thought,<br \/>\nProbing unanswerable questions,<br \/>\nLearning that which is not practical,<br \/>\nFor the sake of greater understanding.<\/p>\n<p>I miss that spirit of hope,<br \/>\nA trust not alloyed with pain.<br \/>\nI miss my heart,<br \/>\nWhat left on the last train out of this place&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Looking back through a veil of nostalgia,<br \/>\nIn false colors these moments are strewn behind me,<br \/>\nThere is clarity in what was (and what was not)&#8230;<br \/>\nThe future is but a mist before my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Or is it simply tears?<\/p>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Martin Falatic Written 2004-01-21 Revised 2004-01-21 How far I have traveled, Only to find myself looking back Wondering if this fork in the road Leads anywhere at all&#8230; I miss the long empty sidewalks, Of a Saturday afternoon. Riding a bike all day, Stopping only to smell the flowers. I miss the libraries, In [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":290,"menu_order":1,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-362","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/362","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=362"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/362\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/290"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}