Gabe Proof Through The Night
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.
Totally 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.
with gratitude,
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Your loved ones will love this from you: Love Looks Like This