Wish upon a star...

It's strange how sometimes you know exactly where you wanna go and who you are... but right now???? let's just say maybe a bit of routine won't be such a bad idea, hey?

If a genie or whatever, who grants wishes? Maybe I'll wish upon a star,,,, or my fairy godmother, god forbid... descends on me now , I'll only have one wish,,,,

I just wanna sit in a room, with floorboards and low ceilings. An atmosphere that smells of chalk, candle wax and deep red wine. It'll have a window overlooking Montmatre or the Latin quarter in Paris, a small fire raging in the fireplace, reflecting red against the snow and frost on the window. It should be at the turn of the 20th century, in the midst of the bohemian revolution. I just want to sit there drinking wine with somebody that I can really talk to, you know... About the wind blowing, my favourite food, politics, philosophy, my fears,and hopes and dreams... and why I prefer my coffee with warm and not cold milk... I just want to talk about irrelevant things, life changing experiences... I want this person to feel the same passion I feel, when I write something, or dance, or act... I want to lay my soul bare... with the cacophony of the Moulin Rouge in the background.

I want to speak and laugh and scream and argue and,, and,, feel. And drink wine until we reach the golden moment, that is the stage where everything makes sense, even karma and murphy's law... And you drink to retain that feeling but eventually it passes and you get unbelievably plastered ... dancing on the widows walk embracing Paris, whilst a Violen is given life, the musician's entire body leaning into the creation of his music. He's standing on the steps of Sacre Coure which is glowing pale in the frosty night, making your pulse race and the cold air around you a raging furnace of wine, companionship, and pure undiluted passion...

I was born too late....