The City of Angels...but not all Angels are good

Through swift strokes of orange and pink, you peek through the clouds in the morning sky
Wondering how you ended up here
When just the night before
You were a body on the dance floor

Wishing to be in a deep green jungle
With a trickling waterfall
Where the legend of the Indian princess was born
Or rather died

Blinking once
And then once more
When your eyes open you see nothing but clouds
Again.

The sky is stained blue and painted purple and yellow
The feeling the ridged but soft wet sand between your toes
The breezy ocean air mixed with the smell of arak and cigarettes
It truly felt like home

You wanted to be intertwined with the love of your life
Meshed together with your other half
Feeling like anywhere could be home

And so you blink
And then once again
But this time you’re awake

Going on through your day
Only enjoying the peace and quiet of the traffic filled streets of Los Angeles, California at rush hour
The sunset sinking into your skin
All the honking and cursing and yelling subsides
And it's just you and the sun
Just you and the air
You and your dad's car
You and yourself

And still not at home