walking down the streets
of an unknown city.
watching the stars dance when the sun rises,
singing the songs of a foreign language,
smiling at strangers
cafe-owners
tourists
children,
at your reflection every time you pass a window.
never stopping to look back
even if you're breathless; or home-sick
because as long as you’re moving,
everything is alright. everything is
beautiful, everything is just the way it’s supposed to be.
drinking hot cocoa from your hand but
feeling the warmth in your heart,
eating ice cream in your plate, but
wishing you could freeze time.
you are
living:
every breathe, every sunset, every smile, every laughter.
you are
making memories
when you walk down the streets of an unknown city,
and randomly turn around the corner
and open your heart to a paradise...
if home is where your heart is
then isn’t every lane home.
tell me you know
your flight is about to leave,
but still, you make these
promises
to your heart
that one day you will walk
down these streets again.
and watch these stars dance,
and perhaps even dance with them.
i ask you:
if this is lust, then what is love?
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