Water seems nice over there
The beach seems cleaner
The sand seems simple
The walks seem longer
Palm trees seem friendlier over there
The leaves seem welcoming
The roots seem fleeting
The climb seems taller
The air seems lighter over there
The winds seem to play
The molecules seem to dance
The energy seems to pulse
To a certain free falling
rhythm
That continuously go from loud to quiet
in a nanosecond
Dreams seem to wander over there
The people seem famous
Everyone wants attention
Everyone wants love
Like everywhere else except there
The desperation is more honest
Even behind its flaky facades
Yet I dream to go there
Just to go there
Perhaps from way over here
I’ll go there
Swim in the waters
Dance on the palms
Sip the breezes
So I can be free falling
Finally
Free
Falling
california dreaming
in Poetry