Alone I sat on the beach again.
Alone I sat, but in a huge crowd, as the Fourth Of July fireworks illuminated the night sky.
And on the drive home, I thought about why we all crave to be in love.
Crave it like junkies in withdrawal.
I think it’s because being in love is the only thing that can rival the feeling of being young.
Because when you’re in love, and I mean cosmically coordinated, quantumly entangled, unconditionally expressed, star crossed love, time loses all relevance. The years behind you become a concept. An illusion.
And the present moment becomes bright and attention grabbing like it’s been filtered in Photoshop.
Of course in the car tonight, I also let myself lie naked in the center of the massive crater left behind by the absence of my dad.
If I were anymore heartbroken, I’d cease.
As for right now, I’m sitting in his seat at the dining room table, listening to Kind Of Blue by Miles, and the only thing I can think to do is send him love.
I have enough, more than enough, for you as well.
Your loved ones will love this from you: Love Looks Like This