Lost in Paris

The first day of Paris.... it was perfect. I felt that passion and inspiration for life.


The second day of Paris...... It got better and better. It became a place of refuge for my emotions. Somewhere I always wanted to go to... especially on Sundays.


As I wandered through Paris I opened my eyes to poetry as an essential part of life. I realized how Paris wasn't just a place I could visit so often it became a  part of me and that's why I think Paris will stay with me for a long time.


As my trip to Paris came to an end I realized how I could express myself so simply and how I could find inspiration not just while I was touring but even while on the plane ride back. I found myself on this tour through Paris. I wasn't just inspired in my writing but in my life as well. I found a new me throughout my tour in Paris.


I am so sad to leave Paris because I enjoyed every tour I was on. I loved learning about creativity and not just the museum tours. I liked how sentence structure was the foundation of the tour.


I loved PARIS!!

"that girl"

I want to be that inspiration
Like that song you still remember from when you were two.
Like that great grandma who inspired you.
I want to be that girl.
You know, "that girl"
"that girl"




I want to sing at the moon and shine it on you.
I want to paint the sky so we can watch it forever
and ever
and ever
I want to be that girl you know that girl.




I want to cry to the moon and wash it off at noon
I want to feel emotion.
I want real.
You know "real".




I want us to be true.
Like even if its blue.
I want that honest love.
You know "that love"




I know you have no clue.
But I want to be with you.
With you.
With you.




If only you wanted it too.