Phantom Nostalgia

I don't know what all I want from life. But I know that I want friends who have bonfires. Who sleep in tents and swim on summer nights, who make out in the moonlight and dance to music from the car radio. Who love as soft and wistful as dry strands of hair blown across still-damp shoulders. Who drain the moonlight for every ounce it's worth, fall asleep at it's last drop, and ignore the sun til noon. Who understand that their bodies are the earth and each of us is the earth and there is no "personal space", that we are all everywhere and everything and that this night, from the fireflies in the dirt to the stars above wishing on shooting planes, belongs to us.