“I’m done thinking, I’m done being on the fence and I’m done being slapped by the universe for resisting what resonates with my heart in the name of anything. Time to come home to myself, , in the place where I feel most belong.” (En savoir plus)
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I’m not home
“Rain has been raining, single leaves have been falling, hearts have been breaking and I’ve had to focus on other matters and that drives me away from being one with myself. And that drives me crazy…” (En savoir plus)
I
“I’m being quiet, or trying to be. I’ve been trying to separate anger, and frustration, from pain and I’m prepared to surrender. No more theories, however impractical my mind could be. No more worries, hopefully. What about nightmares and memories – how to deal with them gracefully?” (En savoir plus)
Fading
“Is this the price? You pay. For not choosing. To walk. In a previous scenario. Where the weather was rough. The road was dark. But the distance was short. Potentially short. And you said yes. To a fast drive. That took you. To this transit…” (En savoir plus)
Here and everywhere else
“Ah, no one cares how many words I write, or if I write at all… apart from me, and me is very important so let’s continue on for a bit longer, so that I get a chance to wrap my head around the dangerously harmless fact that..” (En savoir plus)
Madame est servie!
“Sometimes I feel that you would be too small to contain my restless mind, Paris, with your walkable size, famous landmarks and so many people I know who know each other, yet I know the world might be too big for my fragile heart, which never bends….” (En savoir plus)
Je vais bien, I think
“I guess there isn’t really much to say about being okay, is there? Except the list of contrasting states to being okay – like being anxious to breath you whatever I do, but then I might suddenly not be okay anymore half way through the list…” (En savoir plus)
I have nothing, Paris
“Do you even want to be with me knowing how unlight I can be, or am I only this heavy because I’m not there with you, fully? Either way, how can I even breathe regularly knowing that my lung and my heart belong to your bohemian air?…” (En savoir plus)
I don’t miss Paris
“…I can dream when I’m here, about anything; I just close my eyes, regulate my breathing, sometimes put on some non-jazz music, and see what I want to achieve and I know I’ll achieve it, like all the things I’ve achieved without you since I left you…” (En savoir plus)
L for London
” I am with you now; I’m in this with you. I no longer want to be a hero; I don’t want to be rescued anymore. I just want to breathe and grow…..” (En savoir plus)
Imagined Paris 