rechargers.

do you ever feel like you're drifting? not in the literal sense or even the most apparent figurative sense... but in the solitudal sense? lacking compass? somedays I'm up, some I'm down, some I'm right, some I'm left, some I'm wrong. but I'm always drifting.

tonight I felt home again. I drifted into the island that was my youth. and my youth was revived for a few hours. I was just happy. it felt as though I still had futures to look forward to.. and that I was with my peers in that time of nostalgia was so.... euphoric. same people I hung out with when I was 15... plus a few people, minus a few people. but overall, the same base core group. we played baseball. like kids. I swear to you, the entire time I was playing baseball from 10pm to 12am, I was benny the jet rodriguez in sandlot... hitting the ball while the rest looked up at the fireworks. I was just happy to be playing. happy to be with good friends. happy to be alive. happy that the weather lately has been so beautiful. that basically all those new kids that hang out are actually pretty cool and nice compared to drifters that drifted into our realm of drifthood in the past. we're all drifting... might as well team up and make a raft. this whole experience was so flattering and euphoric that I opted to ride the longboard home. alone. so I could savor the moment. samples of past summers speckled my ride home. getting hit with sprinkler water... seeing the newspaper delivery man... hitting a piece of tanbark and falling... 82 degrees on an august evening.. with not one care in the world. can it get any better than that? I was 14 again... even better, I was on the good half of 14. innocent still to the fullest extent of the word.

there was a party that everybody was going to... but I couldn't bring myself to have the heart to inject that much jade into a night and mentality so perfect. so I came home. told my mom I loved her. drank tons of water. and went up to my room to watch anchorman.

savory summer smile sits still on my face.