“I started writing for Imagined Paris again after years that same month and I understand now how something seemingly so little and so insignificant could be the thing that ties everything up together. I mean, how many of you are listening to this right now? Just you? Wonderful – you are so significant!” (En savoir plus)
Tag: parisian life
Reprise
“Today, I understand why it didn’t take long to feel this way again—free, in love, clear. If anything, it should have been instantaneous, once I reached her within. It’s reaching her that I, perhaps, was out of practice at. Only slightly, fortunately…” (En savoir plus)
I had a strange dream
“Maybe I’ll still walk in the rain alone, occasionally, for feeling misunderstood. But that’s alright – a falling star would fly back up in a hurry if anyone wished to understand me fully. It’s good to be understood by someone, albeit not fully, and it’s great to never be misunderstood by oneself…” (En savoir plus)
Joyeux anniversaire to us!
“… On the boat I have created a tiny corner with a desk, a red Anglepoise lamp, a few cherished books (three of them my own) and a Freewrite Traveler, where the poet feels so at home for the first time in a very long time and has typed 22 poems…” (En savoir plus)
Light, open, touched
“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)
It’s not about you, Paris
“… I have also come to realise that there’s no use in forcing you, or anyone, into my life either. That truth, that freedom, that freedom that comes from everything that’s true and that truth that is achieved in freedom: that is the pursuit…” (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)
Imagined Paris 