L O S A N G E L E S
It lights a fire in your belly, bares your soul then breaks your heart in a single breath.
Hungry artists flock here on the hunt for the “opportunity” drug.
These noble creatures put themselves on the line daily in pursuit of their cemented dreams.
It’s a place where egos tango with insecurities and those who have break throughs feast, while others fast in famine.
I’ve seen the many faces of LA.
I’ve seen its beauty and I’ve seen its hell.
It’s a town that stirs my soul and breeds discord in my heart and yet I come back for more.
Is it possible to fiercely love and hate this place?
My mind is a maze of mess.
So I escape to the desert where the air is light.
Where the earth shakes hands with the sky.
Where space is wild and infinite.
The desert calms my hardened shell and resets the tempo of my fragile heart.
My woven mind untangles.
Anxiety melts from my fingertips.
A whisper of a smile cracks across my face.
I can breath again.
The dusty breeze lifts, caresses my cheek and the setting sun nods to say “it’s time”.
Night comes fast.
The cool air pricks my supple skin and thickens it to armour.
A distant drum claims the beat of my heart.
Time to return to the rat race.
Time to face the maniacal music of LA.
Time to, once again, become a huntress of dreams.
A free verse poem by Gemma Pranita
Photography | Letticia Bisondut