lost in paris #realtalk

the day i came to paris i was stoked

and i got that feeling, like you know the feeling

when you turn the last page of the final review

and like when you reach the 12th day of christmas.

and i love paris. i've been waiting for paris.

but when it came to be honest i was a bit

overwhelmed.

like when you're asked to close for work on a school night

or when you find yourself just barely opening your textbook

and it's long past midnight.

that feeling.

in my first few steps on paris ground i had to stop..

collaborate and listen not to vanilla ice but to paris.

i was lost. 

not in my location, but in my state of mind.

for once in my life i wasn't forced to go right.

i was allowed to request my destination 

and choose my journey. 

so i felt overwhelmed. 

and so you can blame it on me or on akon whatever 

but i felt overwhelmed. 

but then as i saw the possibilities in paris 

my mind went all to infinity and beyond.

and it was in that moment i saw summer coming again,

spiderman joining the avengers,

and colored sharpies writing not coloring.

and it was in that moment 

i knew i wasn't lost in paris.

but i had to find myself in paris.

and so i put my hair up, sat in the sun,

stared at the tower and 

i found myself finally lost in paris.