The river steady though the chaff and rust and dust of the city

past the bones of bikes, and spilling the memory of sorrow into oceans of joy

Looking out from the inside

all is brighter when in the dark

Thoughts Like Satellites

messages in waves

He needed a moment to figure it out

"just give me a moment, I am thinking about..."

This is a strange place for stangers

All the way to the end, and then we are only at the begining

LA and this, the land of the weary