7/7/18
i am entirely convinced that i do not belong here here in this county, this city, this state, this country
i belong where people smile to every person they lock eyes i belong in a place where time slows down and small actions and events are seen as climaxes a place where ideas speak, move from person to person, and inhabit different minds to create magic i belong where clothing is fewer but better where espressos are as necessary as air and every bite is cherished with an orgasmic indulgence take me to a place where love runs through the veins of every stranger and making love is an art form rather than a satisfaction of animalistic needs i want to be where the most mundane details are noticed and appreciated by locals who tend to look up to the sky rather than down at their devices in this place walking from place to place is the primary means of motion and morning sex is the second this is a lifestyle, not a nine to five this place is where you go to feel alive where passion is engrained in the culture and where everyone falls deeply in love with anything and everything (like i do) my mind live in these spaces fantasies of being there fill my silences heart beats hasten as i imagine this parisian life
tell me when can my body follow?
I feel this in every. Goddamn. Line. Ugh what a poet ♥️
