I want to move to Paris.
Rent a shabby apartment,
mattress on the floor,
five floors up,
main road buzzing.
I'll fall in love,
with a failing artist,
my neighbour,
on the train.
Curate at the gallery,
work in a bar,
write a book,
drive a taxi.
Dawn will break,
I'll have croissants,
in bed,
in corner cafes.
It's a stereotype,
a dream,
an escape.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
I want to move to Paris.
Rent a shabby apartment,
mattress on the floor,
five floors up,
main road buzzing.
I'll fall in love,
with a failing artist,
my neighbour,
on the train.
Curate at the gallery,
work in a bar,
write a book,
drive a taxi.
Dawn will break,
I'll have croissants,
in bed,
in corner cafes.
It's a stereotype,
a dream,
an escape.