LA at dawn

It's a dark windswept morning in the city of angels. I crave this world. It was the world of my childhood. Of dark, windy nights that shock the house. Of rain socked mornings on my way to school. Now I am in a city of lost souls. I've never seen a city full of so many lost people. Los Angeles hardens you more then New York does. Maybe because deep down it's the Wild West. A place of fantasy. Los Angeles is a city that sells a version of the American dream that never existed. It's a city of hard truths. All you can hope is that in this city of darkness and fantasy, you can hold into your soul.