“Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.” -Patti Smith
on clear days i can see the hollywood sign from my window.
they put a fence around it because people kept jumping off of it.
in colder places you can see your own breath.
somewhere, someone has pushed off the rubble enough
to figure out how to wake up to her own dreams, I want
to always be feeling something, always doing
more than being sick or lying on a beach.
the older i get the more I talk about the weather but
every time I listen to someone for real I hear
family is the people who make you feel seen
and depression is feeling homesick even though
you are home.
people carry too much.
but i think we have to be alone more
but also less. we have to
go more places, keep searching
for ourselves and each other.