Montmartre, France.
walking in foot steps of giants
the dead artists speak in sunlight
i on their shoulders
breath in simple beauty
as i feed on street food
while snacking on soft crisp colors
and
8 bit graffiti.
If I could go anywhere, I would go 1,379.39 miles as the crow flies. I'd travel from my little home town in California to San Antonio, Tx to the apartment if the man of my dreams.
If there's anyplace I could be in the world, it would be in his arms.
I'd take my mom to her dream....
I would go to the islands of swaying Pom trees and tropical fruit. The warm sand in my toes and the warm water soaking my feet.
If I could go anywhere on this planet right now, I would go to bed.
Ahhh, the simple joy of snuggling up under my acreage of bedding and free falling into the delicious vortex of sleep. Bliss. Keep your plane tickets!
