in the sky / los angeles burning.

8/28

rising above and looking down
i am overwhelmed by this growing love
i have for los angeles.
pulling away,
different facets come to surface
weaving textures
of people who live and breathe this vastness
and would die no where else
but in these clouds that now envelope me.

the remains of smokey fields
that burned the rolling hills into
a volcano of purple and pink
outside your window.
we collide amongst energies
at perpetual war on the fields
of this loving city that is
begging for the dance.

consumed by its longing
so much we can't see.
misinterpreting one anothers edges
as if we ourselves cannot open
and close without good conscience.

i am learning to let go of dwelling
to make growth in each moment
as if chose to be here.
and i did. i am here.
i love this city. this life.
this precious everything.

so dance with me.
you sparkling fools. you stubborn dreamers.
you confused teachers and lonely lovers.
sleepyheads
coming from behind the front.
i look for you.
silent and still
as it moves all around us.

i wonder
when i return home
is it written on my face
have my eyes changed
and is my skin toned
permanently browned
by 100 degree smog
and the intricacies of this
social language in which
i have nestled in a cocoon with you,
strange strangers.
where i feel alive and challenged
to question energy
so that i may one day bloom.

come.
let us throw these odes of opinionated love
into the air
along with the ashes of every memory
we hold dear.
and expect nothing but the now
and all that entails.

snails can sleep for 3 years.
and we can sleep forever
as it all burns down.