paree je'taime

i'm listening to la vie en rose, and instantly all my dark blue night time shadow thoughts are wiped away, and instead the beautiful eiffel stands in the distance sparking and the streets are laid out with cobble stones, and everything in that minute seems too romantic to be consuming. a nice waiter leads me to a plastic weave-patterned chair at a cafe, the table is outside and he brings me a nice plate of pasta.

inconsistent. unreliable. this is exhausting.