You know what I want?
I want to take a trip to Paris,
live that feel of ‘a dream come true’
Paint random thoughts on an empty road,
spill sharp aggressive passionate acrylics on the white background
That narrates my sky,
my definition of love, anger, strength and pain
I want it to be uncertain but real,
I want those cherries to not just float but actually dip into the wine
With this beach house song in my head, plugged
I talk about my changed perspectives about life,
about the fluctuating times
And recall those moments,
in simple lines of a song
when the 'chemical reaction’ happened
when 'a walk to remember’ changed everything
when 'where’s my love’ held more lessons than pain.
I want that trip, to feed my soul
on the existent truths and realities.
I want to feel that wind of happiness snuggling in my arms
kissing my feet,
chasing my finger movements as I raise my hand above to play with it.
If this feels like a fantasy, then I live this fantasy everyday in my closed windows and the suffocating rough ceilings.