30
Aug
A Good Morning in L.A.
I decide to let my heart-leak dry up on arid, California terrain.
Dusty with flowers.
It is, and
I am too.
I chase where the sun sets, and there on the other side is my beginning.
My sunrise.
It is infinite, overlooking the freeways filled with people, problems, purpose, potential.
It is infinite
And
now I too am California dreaming.