Saturday, July 15, 2017
los angeles lately :: pt. 2
The most devastating part of the whole thing is that I cannot fall in love if I cannot love the place in which I'd fall in love within.
And so, I sit along a curb with the city beside me -- we are not speaking.
Mostly, I am not speaking.
It longs for me to love it, but refuses to love me in return.
So, I wait. Wedged between silence and city sounds.
Sitting on this curb, the night falling quickly to the west in pink hues.
The swaying palm tree overhead is the only proof of oxygen.
We forget we're breathing here, when rooms are full and hearts are empty.