leave me like you found me
The wind moved its invisible fingers through my hair. My eyes were closed and I was breathing speed, drifting between dreams in the passenger side on the concrete sea. Now they were half moon slits out the window, my pupils grazing the hills where people can actually raise their children. In the winter the couples spread their seeds and by spring the love is grown.
This is the California us natives have only dreamed about.
Something so distant and vague that our brows become furrowed when mentioned. We live in our plots laid out in plans. We rise out of bed and toil in our papers. We follow our plans and sleep in our plots. And that's the end.
But here...
Here you can bend down with your new body and kiss the long grass!!
Where else can that be found?
Not in the city, I bet.
Here you can be alone without feeling empty.
And that's what I've been trying to discover.
Found.
(i still dream of you)