the forest

a long time ago

an old man was standing in the middle of the road

he wouldn't let me pass

he said girl this isn't your path to follow

you've gotta find a way to enter the forest alone

los angeles

    There's an undeniable electricity in the air in Los Angeles. I always thought it was derived from the sacred energies of so many people engaged in the beautiful struggle of dream-chasing.. Talented and driven souls- actors and actresses, musicians, filmmakers, writers, directors.. Dream-chasers, relentless creators. I love that energy- that positive creative energy. People- men and women- with no time for drama or petty bullshit. Maybe I'm glorifying it, but from this distance and time spent away, that's what Los Angeles looks like to me. I miss that energy, and I really miss the ocean.  

    The other night I had a dream that I was living there again, but I was issued three parking tickets in the dream.  

if i stay

there's a city that whispers to me in my sleep

with salt water breath, a million memories

if i stay in this room and never leave again

will i find an ocean of light inside?

cautious

i see the way that people have started being cautious

with their actions, with their voices

so as not to offend the power

i don't like power

i don't like being cautious

what i need more than anything

is the freedom to be exactly who i am

old soul

i vividly remember the moment we met

the way your eyes burned

like an old soul who had seen so much,

with so much more to see

and you didn't even know.

your eyes, they always burn.

take care of yourself

because i need you here in this world.

on sleepless nights

on sleepless nights like this

an ocean appears

on the insides of my eyelids

a rocky shore completely complete

with sound and everything-

the bittersweet hiss of saltwater droplets

splashing from stone to wind

this is what happens

on nights like this

this is what happens

there's a place i'd rather be

but i can't figure out where it is

if i knew where it was

i'd be gone tomorrow

with a suitcase and a friend

this is what happens

when the walls are closing in

there's no place i'd rather be

another voice repeats

at odds with the other one

and so it goes

as the walls are closing in

this is what happens

when the walls are closing in