24 June, Paris
I hope you get your train. I hope you find your way back home, to the idea of home that we had been discussing for the last three nights.
You are being missed already and I keep finding strands of your hair, like chance encounters, wherever I look. I wish that, that's how it becomes for you and me, chance encounters in cities like this where friends are needed, purpose being simply for us to survive.
One of the things that we have been part of here, experienced together, were the days we found ourselves in bookshops and random galleries. We felt content. We shared poetry and laughs. We also shared silence without drifting apart. We found meaning to be meaningless and we debated till we dozed off. We shared secrets and dreams. I can't disregard those dreams cause I really wish they come true for us somehow.
Next time we need little fancy accommodation and most importantly some money for some fancy cafes. We will have to be organised to achieve this and that might take some time. It's difficult for both of us to accept our adulthood, but we will not fail.
You must be in your train now, thinking of what I don't know. Maybe you are still loathing yourself for missing the first train out. Maybe you are still blaming yourself for all the things that went and will go on to become wrong. I am nursing blisters and thinking what to do next. Sudden absence has made me little disoriented, but I will find my way here.
Thank you for being here. Thank you once again and please know that you are being missed here. I keep finding strands of your hair in vain. Soon we will find each other again, happier than we had ever been. I will keep on finding strands of your hair in the alleys of despair hoping still that we keep meeting in cities like this, where friends are needed simply just to survive.
I hope you get your train. I hope you find your way back home, to the idea of home that we had been discussing for the last three nights.
You are being missed already and I keep finding strands of your hair, like chance encounters, wherever I look. I wish that, that's how it becomes for you and me, chance encounters in cities like this where friends are needed, purpose being simply for us to survive.
One of the things that we have been part of here, experienced together, were the days we found ourselves in bookshops and random galleries. We felt content. We shared poetry and laughs. We also shared silence without drifting apart. We found meaning to be meaningless and we debated till we dozed off. We shared secrets and dreams. I can't disregard those dreams cause I really wish they come true for us somehow.
Next time we need little fancy accommodation and most importantly some money for some fancy cafes. We will have to be organised to achieve this and that might take some time. It's difficult for both of us to accept our adulthood, but we will not fail.
You must be in your train now, thinking of what I don't know. Maybe you are still loathing yourself for missing the first train out. Maybe you are still blaming yourself for all the things that went and will go on to become wrong. I am nursing blisters and thinking what to do next. Sudden absence has made me little disoriented, but I will find my way here.
Thank you for being here. Thank you once again and please know that you are being missed here. I keep finding strands of your hair in vain. Soon we will find each other again, happier than we had ever been. I will keep on finding strands of your hair in the alleys of despair hoping still that we keep meeting in cities like this, where friends are needed simply just to survive.
