First of all, California, it’s not about just you and me. You remember watching Elliot in Pete’s Dragon, he knew that “when there’s a kid in trouble, you’ve got to go help them. Period.” And so I came to Colorado, to help someone that needed me.
Truth is, I do miss you, but not the 20 million others that were crowding out my thoughts. Man, they were starting to harsh my mellow. Alone, I’ve discovered myself and with 4 books and an album in 2 years, I’ve found my voice up here on the mountaintop. Besides, admit it, we each needed some space to grow.
And happiness? That guiding light doesn’t come from where you are, it come from who you are; it comes from within, you know that.
Will I forget you? Of course not. That would be as futile as trying to stop the tides of the ocean. Ok, I could stop the tides by building a giant rocket, targeting it on the moon with a nuclear explosion and knocking it out of earth’s orbit, thereby eliminating the tidal motions… but the analogy still stands - some things are just meant to be.
What we had was real, it was immortal; hell, they’ll sing songs around the campfire of our burning love and the crazy adventures we had. That I’ll hold forever in my heart.
So go on, dry those tears and think fondly of me, for I never left you. My new north star is as Tennyson declared, “To strive, to seek, to find and not yield.” That is my purpose, my guiding light, the voice that calls to me from within the fortress of solitude. And with it, a heart stirs and Yepa’s mournful call is answered.
Such it is in dreams.