You Are Marius. You Are Arthur.
i feel, i know, i am so fortunate to have all of these little vacations. its a different feeling traveling alone, being on the plane alone, seeing places alone. a feeling that is hard to describe in a mumble. its like the first time you ride your bike without training wheels or the feeling you had in your first relationship. its happening, youre taking it all in but then you have your first accident, your first break up or in this case the plane home. over so fast. also, realizing that i am only as brave as i make myself to be. no need paranoia no need to falter anymore.
the smell and taste of the past month are kept in a jar beside my bed.
just like you