City of love

I think relationships are designed to end. I mean I don’t look forward to only the ending but it shouldn’t be so scary when it comes at the right time. Like the seasons or death I think it’s very natural and beautiful

Anyway

I’ve been having too many thoughts that don’t lead anywhere like walking through a jungle at night

I felt my ego go up and down. I laughed because I felt lucky then I punished myself for being selfish

Then I lay down exhausted from walking for so long

I might have fallen asleep I don’t remember

Sometime last night I arrived at one clear idea:

Paris is just a city

If I could walk through the city of love right now it wouldn’t feel any different. It’s the same lightness and darkness and streak of drama