my life might be completely built around not believing in the existence of time.still, september came and it brought falling leaves, chestnut scents of wanderlust in the air, hot chocolate lips, a first layer of wool over spider web lace dresses and one last cigarette.
I have my head in paris and a train ticket is ready to be my magic carpet. one week.
leaving can make the eyes salty oceans washing over the shores of your face but the adventurous soul will never know any other option, knowing that the love and beauty left behind will always be right there, never lost, always returning to the reckless ones who believe and put their hearts out into the universe without fear.
the way through life is to dance through it.
everything is now.
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