just the thought of flying..

So the other night..we went camping on the beach. me and my close friends,thats who. not all of my close friends,but a few..just a few of us..we posted up on the sand with my little safe hut tent.why is camping come to so naturally to me? i could live anywhere with my tent..me and my tent and some food. and a body of water. and i could live forever there and in those moments. you should know i dont really keep a steady story going..just my thoughts that bounce around and i just try to catch em when i can and put em down. the one night we camped, i had an amazing dream. woke up with the biggest smile on my face the next morning at sunrise(if you havent seen sunrise on the beach, pleaaaase hop on that..its a beautiful thing..seeing everything wake up) but yeah. the dream..so ill skip the details. and just say that i was flying this little machine. nothing more than 2 little metal poles for my arm to rest on and a wii nunchuck to fly it. a little spinny helicopter thing was above my head and my legs were dangling beneath me. i would just use the little nunchuck and fly around..i flew over green hills, endless sand dunes and finally flew over the ocean. far enough to where i could only see ocean under me infront of me and all around me. i couldnt tell which way it was to land..just water everywhere. i felt so happy, i just remember in my dream i had the biggest smile on my face flying around on this lil thing. no boundaries were there..literally free as a bird. i was so happy...that freedom and that little flying machine. i want both. a million dollars or the ability to fly? easy. the ability to fly. money is shit, and can eat shit for that matter..its such a love hate relationship.love it when i got it, hate it when i don't. i hate the fact that i can even have a slight happiness when i have money because it is such a powerful thing and really...it means nothing. but yes. i would choose the ability to fly. those million dollars can kiss my ass. while im flying. i would never trade my soul for gold...never. "would you trade your soul for gold? would you give it away for fuckin nothing?"

but on the beach..at night..there is something so magical about the ocean at night. the way the moon was hiding from us..then slowly started peaking over the horizon of the ocean and just came out with a huge orange glare almost. the water feels amazing too..i dont go swimming, all the big creatures wake up at night for dinner and im not tryin to be dinner or on their turf during that time..but just to get your feet wet and feel that ocean breeze. to put simply-its beautiful.that is something money cannot buy. you could just run through the shore where the water barely hits and run and splash and feel that breeze go through your hair and around your body..its such a childish carefree feeling and that is what i truly cherish most..that carefree feeling. that is what makes me happiest..nature and beauty at its best..it makes me feel so alive, almost like i could just run and fly. do anything i wanted to..no invisible boundaries or excuses or ANYTHING holding me back. just realize the true beauty of things..cut out the bullshit and you'll find it..and you'll swim in it and realize this is how its supposed to be..always has been.