Alicia keys is stuck in my head.
Maybe its a reminder. Maybe it’s a fleeting moment.
I crave the art poetry food and air of Paris.
I am restless with the feeling that I’ve made the wrong decisions since I’ve been back.
But I tell myself that it’s not possible. It all contributes.
So I try and sit still and fight the restlessness that grumbles inside of me.
focus Sarah, focus.
