Your state is on fire, and though it’s not near to you, I still feel compelled to reach out. Send out a major love, let you know I hope you’re sleeping at night and that everyone you know is safe and sound.
But I can’t. I won’t. I shouldn’t. You don’t want to hear from me, and even if you did, you know how to find me.
the urge is so hot, it’s like my own internal fire. But mine has a remedy, unlike the Californian flames
Be safe be well be kind be patient be happy
Just be.
Everything else is noise in an already too loud world.
