I'm never quite sure how to wrap my head around how you truly are.

Maybe you're comparable to Mulholland at night -- only headlights and stopping for the nearest lookout. You are the beauty of LA without the cheap gimmicks and plastic surgery and whatever the hell else comes along with stereotypical California. You make me as dizzy as these winding roads; further and further up and around they go. Maybe it's in the six cups of coffee you drink or the courage you down at night. Maybe it's in the stillness of the morning, maybe it's the madness you invite.

It's in your eyes. It has always been - communicating words you want to say but would never show. It's just something you do. Eyes of greens and greys, reminiscent of autumn mornings and fields of haze. They read my intricate bones, they guide me on my way back home.

But maybe - just maybe, you aren't any of these things - maybe you are. Once again, I'm never too sure of you. Maybe this is the product of what I dreamt you up to be.

You are in all of these things, filling each and every busy corner in places that now deserve a second look. Places I wouldn't dare explore before I met you. Songs I would have skipped before I met you. Some peace of mind I wouldn't have known before I met you.

x lj


Shot by Margaret Sha