a love affair
a dream
a hope
an inspiration
a place where most people come to be seen
not to see, but to be seen.
a sea of egos
big, big, big egos
looking for their next hit. arms tied, veins popping. ready.
pick me pick me see me see me, give me, GIVE ME, they cry, almost in unison.
and then there's her.
city of angels, so they say.
she can attest to that.
she feels them. every time she steps foot in this city. holding her hand as she walks in the sunshine.
the love affair ignites, once again, without hesitation, without a second guess.
natural.
her soul is fed, she's more vibrant, she's more alive, she's more creative, she's more her. words fall out of her like confetti.
her soul transformed, cradled by angels, loved with fiercely open arms and the widest of grins.
she is home.
