Creative thoughts leap, but pen weeps

I see it from the plane Los Angeles Twinkling lights Home Mountains in the distance The harsh gray concrete Home The sound of rushing cars I smell it while sitting in the taxi The cool crisp air Mixture of ocean and smog A slightly sweet artificial smell that makes you want to inhale deeper Home An addiction Los Angeles

The blue sea slams into the shore dark clouds dance with rain lightning pounces the ground thunder yells at all who will listen the boat rocks back and forth the storm is viscous and demanding the boat takes in water and barely stays afloat pushed further and further from the shore lost and empty except for the cold unwelcome water

Out of the sky love has fallen landing on a green covered meadow the grass bends and sways to accommodate love is heavy and awkward love is warm and gentle love is amusing and joyful love must return to the sky it has fallen from the grass bends and sways to argue love does not want to leave but it does not belong here love is true and honest love is good and righteous love is beautiful and kind the grass bends and sways to accommodate back to the sky love has risen