The days flood into one another here. spending time on beaches pour into roaming small streets. Magic moments where our red stained lips are laced in sarcastic smiles.
curly hair from humidity blows wildly when the street lamps glow up our rosy cheeks.
warm coffee on even warmer mornings.
Meeting wanderers searching for something that keeps them alive, too.
We are exploring markets with fruit sweeter than than the lavender honey.
Having dirty feet
and even sloppier sleeps.
cigarettes in the moonlight.
dinner at sunrise.
lucid dreaming our own reality sculpted to our liking.
we stay wild adventurers looking for our next high.
And tomorrow we wake up and do it one more time.
So real talk...I attempted to pretend like I was lifting the tower, but little did I know that turning my wrist with limited rotation would be challenging enough #eiffeltower#thestruggleisreal#seriously