Red // Paris

I started writing this on the 12th of May. Like I just titled it.

I didn’t think it would become this way, I really didn’t.

I get confused, and I don’t know how to snap out of it.

I can’t remember when Paris was, it’s probably all the haze.

I think it’s in my old blog, still haven’t read those yet.

Soon though.

I often think about it, I mean Paris.

I don’t think many people know about.

I knew I’d remember it because I did think of it/ do think of it everyday.

It’s weird, didn’t think I’d say this.

I hope Corona doesn’t last a couple years.

I need to be able to go home.

I need to be able to get somewhere in time.

To the few that understand this, yeah I kind of expected I messed up.

But hey having a couple hours of ease a week is fine, it was worth getting to this point.

this was supposed to be 39. I guess it goes on Musings.