“My heart feels heavy sometimes, these days, only because the thought of freedom has been seemingly fast approaching yet is still not there. Freedom from things and places that do not align with the life I wish to create. The only way I know to lighten my heart…” (En savoir plus)
Tag: paris writing
Waves
“I want to talk to you about the other waves too, and how at times I am soothed by them like a baby, other times they turn my stomach upside down and make me feel dizzy. So dizzy beyond my determination, though my determination could keep me standing…” (En savoir plus)
Chez moi
“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)
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)
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)
It’s been three days….
“It’s been three days since Le Festin Nu, since Katie; I have been busy with one translation deadline after another, mild social events like sports day et cetera, and busy driving around for my duties already. In fact, driving is probably my chance to relax since I got back in the English countryside – ‘tis true!” (En savoir plus)
A skint Parisian and La Coupole
“It is now 1659 and most of the customers have finished their long lunch and left. So everyone, the gentlemen in bowties, comes and say hello to me. I ask why aren’t there paintings anymore on the walls. They say “mais vous êtes le tableau !” Ah, where ever is Picasso when I need him!” … En savoir plus
Imagined Paris 