You Saved Me
There are a million small gods now.
The internet feeds belief and for an infinite span of time loneliness rules in the city of angels.
Maybe once the city contracts it will be better but as it expands it eats.
Los Angeles is short on Angels and yet together we flew through the halls of money to buy ice cream because at 2 am most of the mall is closed but the security guards don’t mind us changing perspectives with ingrained handstands and cartwheels.
You flew into my life and grabbed my hands as if they belonged to you since the beginning of time.
Your wings were mine for a time until I remembered how to unfurl and fly with you and showed you so much of myself.
I was used to hiding my colors but with you the melding of paints was easy.
Los Angeles is short on angels. They move away to cities with more walk-able areas and better jobs.
But Angels don’t need physicality to be present. Be not afraid of the distance and remember the spread of wings that can cover thousands of miles.
Be not afraid of the raw meat love that comes with opening yourself to someone. Be not afraid to love an Angel.
Neuren Writes 
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