Something to be said

There’s something to be said

for touching pen to paper

ink gliding so softly i can actually hear my thoughts

There’s something to be said for listening to jazz

late into the night while I’m in my underwear and my room is a mess

Must be something in the Los Angeles air

that doesn’t quite want you there.

You’re just tough enough

or stubborn enough

or angelic enough

to stick it out.

Something about writing a poem

tells me that I’m in love

and I’m an artist poet dreamer again