The island was alive, and throbbing with energy. The Spirit of Aloha had begun permeating my pores. It touched me at my core and gave way to an effulgence I’d almost forgotten about.

We spent our first week in Paradise sitting on the pristine beaches, bathing in the beams. Our relationship had taken form of an organized swell, perpetuating forward motion—groomed like a well-manicured front lawn.

As I’d peer into the great blue, I’d see surfers in multitudes amid the contrast of light and depth. If I didn’t have my glasses on, they’d take the form of corks bobbing—up, down, slow, steady, easy as the flow itself. If I had my glasses on, they’d appear as tribesmen and women consulting directly with the sources of life. I’ve heard the waves crashing all along, I’d think to myself, in response to the bowling pin rumbles. The beaches weren’t riddled with seaweed though, so the birds flying ‘round went for the bread, not the plankton. I could still see them nonetheless. Palm trees lined the main boulevard as far as my lenses would take—although more ferocious looking than the oak trees, their leaves still kept me at bay.

When I’d look further down the edges, where the ocean met the shore, my breath would get restored in an ironic moment of it being taken away. The holistic vision of the endless horizon on the seems of meeting the rocky cliffs in the distance—with the ever-green volcanos casually shadowing behind—was something of scenic mystical bliss, the nexus of elemental balance coming together in its most perfect state.

“Jake,” Star’d said to me while we’d been sinking in the sand, “I think the train had us goin’ out of our minds.” 

She was right. We’d grown coarse edges, but luckily we’d begun smoothing our feet before calluses had formed.“Yeah, I think we were just goin’ too fast. It might be safe to say we’d gone off of the rails on a crazy train? Get it?”

“Yes, I get it. Ha-Ha.”

“In all seriousness though, Star, I gotta tell ya, I think I had a lot of delusional ideas of you back in Alaska. You know, in my head, I’d made you out to be the bringer of all evil in my life. I just wanna apologize for that. I don’t think you’re evil. You haven’t done anything evil to me. In fact, I want you to know I realize all that shit as my own projections, whether I realize it or not. So, it’s stuff I gotta work on, whatever that is…”

“Well, that’s good you don’t think I’m evil,” she said, snickering. “I hope you sort out whatever it is that made you think that.” 

For once, I felt as if we’d begun communicating. The impurities we’d once cast upon each other had begun a process of purgation, and it almost seemed as if we’d been on a path we were destined—and the seams grew stronger as the intermittent showers came down from the virtually cloudless sky. “Babe, how on Earth does water come from the sky when there are absolutely zero clouds in it?” I’d ask her.

“Babe, we’re in Paradise. There doesn’t need to be clouds in the sky for it to rain,” she’d say.

The strings were subtle between us, almost as if the Spirit of Aloha had begun plucking at them with heartfelt runes…

Thank you once again for reading! It’s a pleasure to be able to share my writing with the world. SO, I hope you’ve enjoyed this tiny snippet of Losing My Mind in America. AS PER U, all comments are welcomed and encouraged, questions wanted, and suggestions sought. I look forward to reading your thoughts, whether they’re good, bad, tasteful or disgraceful. PEACE IN!


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