This Los Angeles morning lends itself to rainfall dropping like pills, sliding down throats with steamy black coffee. Makes me proud to know this weather and greet this day...no make-up on. Same teared up cheeks from last night's drama, left little room for new melancholy. I just sit still to listen to earth's new noise. A continuum seeping without injury; hard to sustain. Don't burn the timbers in vain. Share your hands to lend warmth. It is in this pocket where humanity is cradled.
"When everyone was quarantined, I felt like..." I was caged, my cord cut, the outside was in, and I wasn’t ready for that. I felt like I was out of time – no way to re-plan my life, no way to be by anyone’s side. I like mapping the scene, feel heat amongst a crowd, and now, to stay away from them, I have to hide. Close myself off my nature, to enjoy parties dancing, all the things feel more alive… When that door shut, a hurricane hit. JMWC 9/22/20 from class, Panorama High School, 2020
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