waking up in paris

waking up in paris. grey and gorgeous.

from top : our attic air bnb in 1er arrondissement, a quiet corner looking over the seine, the louvre, view atop the pompidou, buildings looking onto the pompidou square, view from georges restaurant on top of the pompidou, bookstore in rue vivienne.

new york

new york spaces and a white peacock called phil who lives on the grounds of a chapel on the upper west side.

from top : interior of oculus building in downtown manhattan, the high line, detail of a meditation cave in brookln's pioneer works, financial district, piano in pioneer works, phil the peacock who lives on the grounds of st john the divine chapel, exterior of oculus building, the high line, east river ferry, the high line, bust in st john the divine chapel.

pull it together

i have lots and lots of pieces

that mostly don't quite fit 

inside all my folds and creases

and rarely do they simply sit

 

my particles, they like to roam

to venture outside my skin

and rest where they feel most at home

which may - or may not - be within 

 

some prefer it in the sun

some leave to befriend another 

some i let go, some came undone

some still warm inside my mother

 

so whenever i forget

and start to feel like something's missing

there's no reason to fear or fret

it's just not me my atom's kissing

 

maybe i'm not actually falling apart

maybe i choose to disperse over tether

maybe i like bits in other's hearts

and don't actually want to pull it together