splitz

i have wonderful people. i do, i always have. having wonderful people is one of the most amazing comforts in the world. they are the family you build rather than the family you are given. they are permanent in a different way. i hardly ever know how i gained such amazing people to be in my family. i sometimes attribute it to my town; its oddities and ability to hold groups and cement them. these mountains are magnetic. but even though the power of this place seems so potent and viscous at times, i know it is not unique. it is simply one of many vortexes in the world, one of many collective states of mind. there are people here with some common spirt inside of them, but it is not the reason for how i find and keep them. nor is it the reason for them. catalyst aside, i find it indescribable how fortunate i am. last night i had one of the most touching moments. the three of us were driving home from drunken (at least on my part) bowling. 2am with our windows down on the highway listening to explosions in the sky so loud i could feel the sound in my throat. i felt as if i were in love. but not the kind of love you have for a person, though it had the same pointed intensity. i was in love with a moment and its beat pulsed through me with all the possible desperation of joy it could take on. there are people who never know such intensity, never have the people to create it with. i wish i could give them this gift.