leave me be

My dreams made waking up a 

son-of-a. 

My dreams qualified rolling out of bed to be

a bitch.

I dreamed I was in Paris 

but I woke up in my bed

I looked in the mirror 

I looked everywhere but my eyes

because I didn't want to confirm the truth. 

I was not in Paris.

How could I be here? 

All the time I spent in Paris couldn't have been a dream.

It was too real to have been a dream

"It's ok",

I told myself. 

I tried to believe it was fate.

Being an ocean away

was supposed to prepare 

me for something. 

I knew it. 

But I wanted to crush

the breathing distance 

between me 

and the Eiffel Tower.

Take me there again. 

Make me feel 

Because there 
I found love and 
I don't know if it was for 

the flowers in the classroom or

the boy that sat in front of me.

There, 

I found that

creativity is my native language and 
sacking is my thing. 

There,

I conquered 

my fear of 

blank pages and 

black pens.

There. 

It was always there.

That was the only place 

I wanted to be. 

So please don't

wake me up next time.
Leave me be. 

Id rather live in a dream 

than wake up to a reality 

without

Paris