Photographed – on my iPhone 6 – on July 7, 2019 in downtown Los Angeles, CA. This was at and coming home from the “Cortexx” party.
Sunrise from the Cortexx Party (7/7/19)
A grey night out. I only seem to
Be around the downtown skyline in the rare
Skies of fog. Moving up the 101—
Superficial as it is, hungers on my mind.
Creature comforts.
I’m not embarrassed, it’s top ramen
and Stranger Things.
After a weekend of shit—
excuse me, debauchery if you’re an ex—
I’ve noticed how much I’ve grown
in the last
60 days.
Since they found a lump in my breast
And I was forced to face my mortality and
Learn to ride the waves
wherever they thrust me.
Life doesn’t happen in a desert. It’s
Aquatic.
Life is full of color.
Life ebbs and flows
and the things inside it
die if they fight the current.
Life has more mystery in it
than the expansion of the cosmos.
Life,
life happens
when it’s wet.
It’s crazy to think that nearly everything
And everyone
I immediately desire
is matching me
to the trauma stuck in my body,
Dying to come out
by being expressed
and resolved.
My spirit
is only hungry
for it to evolve.
A series of unfortunate events, indeed.
But after last month,
all it is to me now
is “not cancer.”