soul to squeeze

by Rachel Lynch in , ,

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How long will I slide? I've got a bad disease. Suck my kiss as I dream of Californiacation. The city of angels has casted it demons on me. Insanity it seems. We take to the coast, drive up to Malibu. As we listen to the music, I stare out the window at the vibrant blues and pinks that fill the sky. It seems I've got everything I need. Maybe the sun is enough to take away my self-destruction. I always come back for more. New York eats me, LA feeds me. And I fall in love a hundred times a day. Boys, girls, songs, sand and sounds. I slide into a little peace of mind as I ride up the beach. Shoulders exposed, bare skin in the sun.  The freckles start to surface, aviators protect my eyes. I am lost, but I know I'm in Venice. I feel everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. I feel so far from New York, the center of my world. But then again, I find myself in a new world. I'm sailing. I'm in love. I forget to eat, to drink, the care. I am on my way, in full decision that I don't want to decide where I'm going.

Where I go, I just don't know. I've got to take it slow. And when I find my peace of mind, I'm gonna keep it till the end of time.

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photos by Taylor Herron