Love Letter to Paris

It's been less than a week since I've come back from my trip to Europe, yet I already feel like a stranger to the person I was when I was there.

I genuinely felt like a different person.

The language, the people, the architecture, the culture made me feel like a true individual and all those elements forced me to feel what I felt from the core and to bring into words what I had to express.

It was a beautiful transformation I never felt before.

After giving some thought into why this occurred, I've come to the conclusion that it's because Paris is a city full of life.

I don't mean "full of life" in the sense that Paris comes across as lively or a vibrant city that allows you to feel alive. no, I meant that in Paris, you can feel the history of the people who created the city. You feel the lives of the people who lived in the past, the present and yet you feel the trembling excitement of the people who are creating a hopeful future. You feel anger, suffocation and fear from the deep ends of the ground as much as you can feel freedom, revolution and happiness in the air. You feel death,just as much as you feel life. you feel a human narcissism from the so called Parisians but a humbling pride as well.

I feel so embarrassed even putting these words together. It's true I might be dreaming and just fantasizing what I saw, but it's okay.

In my eyes, in my mind, right now, I feel these things.

Paris was flipping, fucking beautiful.