Beanbag Dreaming
Blitzed and lying on the floor just staring at the ceiling. Merrily I droll along, let my mind wander off to the past. San Diego socks sliding rubbing round the carpet, swimming thoughts and tactile bliss, back alone again on my skateboard, cool salty air thick in my way all along downhill by Balboa, the concrete path led only deeper back into the fray, and into the center of the city, I disappeared, sometimes.