Suicide help lines posted on signs above the train tracks make her wonder where the stars went make her wonder what she’d do if someone near her jumped
Decided she ain’t tryna save a life, she just tryna stay alive
Vernon
Little girl with big bright eyes, do your troubles have a name? Little girl your kicks are sticking to the pavement. Do you ever watch the planes at night?
They’ll try to tell you otherwise but you don’t gotta unstick yourself. In the City of Angels someone’s bound to get caught in the smog layer.
7th Street / Metro Center
She looks for you in ****-soaked alleys, on rusted fire escapes, behind buildings flashing neon green crosses, a sort of salvation — together you’re the most perfect covenant.
Does she tell you that enough?
Pershing Square*
There’s no such thing as dreaming here, and you get used to that. You get used to everything. When you’re flying over Angel’s Knoll it’s easy to forget how far you are from Hollywood, same city same jungle, the only place with hundreds of stars on the sidewalk but hardly any in the sky.