bittersweet

dude so my friend leendog just calls and says something like, "yo i just joined a kickball team and it's omg you'd totally love it...mccarren park good people kick ass" then i'm like dude forreal i'd totally love that. then i get to thinking, fuck i miss new york. dayaaam... you know the feeling, trying to recollect the potent moments of your most prized addiction, all crammed jungle style into one single memory. it comes in murmurs. one minute i'm splayed out in the sun listening to the north shore barrels catapult into the sand, thinking every word i can imagine that is some derivative of the word "happiness"... then i'm surfing diamond head, feeling colors swirl beneath me that i'd only seen in dreams or hallucinations, not thinking at all... just being being being // when all the sudden it pounds me in the chest- the memory of new york- and all my efforts to stop cursing get f%&$ed. but just for a blink till i see i'm inhabiting my dream of dreams of dreams of dreams