Been having long days and longer nights.

The thing is, the world has all these damn obstacles to happiness. And surfing; the water; it is a greater thing than god imagined. He doesnt get the credit I deserve to give him for all that it does for me.

My mind is racing so fast now, and the dreams that are invading my sleeping hours are haunt filled and really frikkin weird.

Basically, I am scared.

Then I see these bright blue eyes of KJ, and the damn shit dont seem so bad.

But it really, really, it is.

I'm going surfing tomorrow.


Blessed church of the open sky will be my apse.

and water will be my communion.

See ya.



Another tale of surf.

From the sea to the mountains, I am lucky.