The sun shines at a different angle
on this side of the planet
my feet are crusted with paint
my hands only carry flowers
I am an artist
who has forgotten how to think
I am a human
fueled by the energy of sound
I am not stagnant
I am just contemplating other doors

you can run without shoes
and get lost in the dirt
but know that this is a city
and you will always fertilize the soil

Are you a night owl?
Do you save the darkness for observation?
Do you listen to soul on Sundays?
Do you remember how many steps you took?
Do you live in a city?
Or wish that you did?
Who is your conversation starter?
I remember July but wonder what it would be like if I didn't

Trust me when I say that she sees you clearly
but her phone was stolen
and now she only wants the things that want her

Goodbye to dreams of Los Angeles.