This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
when i look out into the wilderness
california appears just beyond my deciduous horizon
with its rusted green doors of
broken opportunity of false hope to live
i want to climb the smoked out redwoods
and run into trouble when i crash
into a family of four graveyard ghosts
i am returning to my homeland when i pass through
but i don’t want to leave the eternal chaos of california
i want to feel my skin sizzle in the open
smoke rising from my dry secluded body
i want to see someone other than
the person that always avoids the dangerous landscape of
curiosity beneath the crunch of leaves and dreams