Not a tourist, just a foreigner

Paris.

I've been here before, but I've never looked at it this way. I feel.... Fresh. My eyes are wide open.

I came here to have an affair, but I actually fell in love. Not with a human, but with life. These streets have inspired me. Every night was a new wonderland, wanting to create something new.

I honestly do not want to leave.

I'm scared.

I'm scared that once I get off the plane, life will go back to normal.

I don't want it to go back to normal. I want to stay here forever.

But I guess the fact that this post is two days late is a contradiction to that statement.

But I mean it.

I want people to read what I write, and people just don't do that in America.

*sigh*

I'm happy though.
I'm happy.

It is better to have loved and lost than to have never have loved at all.

Swallowed in the sea

"You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me

And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me

And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea

You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that's when I
Decided to go to see you

You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see

And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook
The world, and then it took
It took it back from me

And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea

Ooh...

And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me

The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me

Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see

Oh the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea"

Good day sir.

Sir 1: You cold?
Sir 2: Huh? Oh no, no I'm fine.... Unless your cold...
Sir 1: Nope. You sure? I could turn off the AC.
Sir 2: Naw don't worry about me. I'm good.
Sir 1: Whatever you say boy...
Sir2: ..............
Sir 1: ..................?
(Silence. Lots of it)



Sir 2: ..... Well I really appreciate you driving me home Mr. Clause.
Sir 1: No problem boy.

(Very much silence)
(Let's say about... Eh... Ten, fifteen minutes of silence)

Sir 2: I kissed your son!!
Sir 1:
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Habits: a humble resignation

"It is easier to prevent bad habits than to break them." -Benjamin Franklin

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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
― Ansel Adams

She never came

Fantasies of a mountain man

Do you remember that time that you said that we would go camping together? I was so glad to finally  go like all the other kids got to.That next day at school I boasted that my dad was taking me camping. My teacher was slightly concerned...

I told them like I told myself. I told them so that I would feel better. Feel something. Pretend.

So that weekend "we" went "camping".

I put up the tent myself. Tents were never your thing.

I collected wood and started the fire. You never were very good at that.

I cooked dinner, I told us a campfire story, I tucked us into bed.

I made sure that 'we' had the best camp out ever.

And that next morning I had to be the one to explain to my angry mother (your wife) and the cops where we had been all night. I don't know why she was crying. I had you to look after me.

We had the best camping trip ever. I just wish that you could have been there to enjoy it with me.