When I was young I always thought it was offensive to the universe to be a complete able-bodied human being, on a world laid flat, filled with beautiful things and not strive to see them all. I still feel that way.
Yesterday I was on the beach dancing and jumping in the middle of a drum circle like I had lost my mind with a bunch of beach bums whom I’m almost certain really had lost theirs and I looked over and saw this guy, I saw you.
He was just laying there watching the sun kiss the sky goodnight. I looked up to see what he saw, cottencandy. He looked so at peace in the mess of the noise, but his face reminded me of yours, when you’d lay there quiet staring off in bed and I’d ask you what you were thinking about and you’d sullenly say “nothing” which we both knew wasn’t true then turn back to your thoughts. He looked a little lost in himself in a place much deeper and further away from the drums sounding next to him.
Anyway, in that moment I realized that you should have been that guy laid out in the warm sand, you should have been there in the madness and the mess. Maybe California’s not such a bad place, maybe you do belong here.