Choked.

I have so much to say. But no one to say it to. As I sit alone in the living room, dying to talk about tonight.
Yet I know this moment will pass, as we move on to other episodes of our existence, with the dawn of each brand new day.
But tonight, I really want to talk about today.
Yes, no one is here for me.

Fate,
you must be having a ball.

I will be fine tomorrow. Once the TGV arrives in Lyon.
Where all is calm, all is stable,
and love is waiting for me.
But for now, I am choked.
Choked by Paris.
Choked by the memories I have of this city.
Choked by affections, longing, and deep regrets.

“But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

–Kahlil Gibran

Oh one day, I will drown in my own intolerable silence.


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