Eyes black drops of ink, pupils blown out, wide bottomless pits, we lean too close. "I love you man," you tell me. "I love you too, Dude," I say, but we don't say it enough, you know?" And off we go, laughing and staggering down the beach. The world has cracked wide open and the night is filled with false and fleeting magic, and it will wear off, this feeling of interconnectedness, to you and to the ocean and to the earth itself, it will wear off but even in the morning I will remember, and I will agree. I love you too, man, but we don't say it enough. And now thinking of those times, it feels distant, surreal memories of a different person, the lost and desperate acts of a broken young man, and maybe it was stupid and irresponsible, maybe we shortened our lives, and maybe in the end we will wish we had done things differently- Maybe- ...or maybe not, maybe it was good, a life well lived, and when my liver fails, or my worn out blood throws a clo
Here in the Black and White