Posts tagged city

more reading and writing.
decisions being made, money being lost.
dark nights, cold winds.

i’llbeinparisinjustover24hours.theearlystartwillbeworthit.iamsoexcited.

Why are they amplified at night? Can’t sleep. Turning everything over and over.

Radio. Sirens.

Not one of those that rest easy, worry free, in deep slumber. Biting my tongue, keeping the peace, eating away at me. Forget forget forget. Then I remember. More important things, distractions? I wish I cared less. I wish others cared more.

Nostalgia for a golden age. True colours that don’t shine but fade.

so much typing! mentally and physically exhausted.

“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”

Things are good. Work is being done. Lessons are being learned. Quite literally. I already miss London. Back soon. Then Paris. Ahhhh.

Paris next weekend! I’m turning off my phone and getting lost in the wonderful city. Many have said one has to be lost to find oneself.  Actually I’m more looking forward to getting swept away to discover vintage books, fine wines and beautiful buildings. A change of scenery, a different culture, a new experience. Just what I need.

the metropolis calls. i will be severley hungover tomorrow but i’ll be in the big smoke so i’ll still feel half alive.

Here I am, in the same room you once filled with your love through thunderstorms and summer evenings. The walls are the same, the bed hasn’t changed and yet none of it feels how it used to. I’ve moved to a different city since, met new people, had new experiences, but now I’m back and I am inevitably reminded of you, my first love.

Had someone asked me at the time, I would have answered that I undoubtedly loved you. Now, I’m not so sure. What is love? How convenient that it is an emotion one can’t describe. I’ll try. It is an uncontrollable force that attacks at the most unexpected moments, usually when one is completely unprepared and unwilling to accept it. It brings with it a series of emotions, an excitement that no other happening can inflict, and its measure is loss. This is the same process for all lovers, sometimes ending sooner than expected, sometimes lasting longer than one would usually wish for. Either way, when one is in love, their surroundings suddenly become much more beautiful. They fall asleep with a smile on their face and wake up with it still lingering.