This Place

Just a random blurb.

When I'm gone from this place I know I will miss it.

 The loud shouts from a bar and the screaming of w****s.

 A sound that never ends.

 The traffic on the friday nights that kill.

 The red lights and accidents and dreaded freeway jams.

 The music. The parks. The long city nights.

 Burbank and glendale and lincoln heights. Boho and the hills.

 The constant light through all hours. The glow that takes over the city.

 I know. I will surely miss this place.

Author's Note

You already know to ignore all that is wrong!