London was a high, a perpetual movement forward sans anxiety.
Red lips everyday, I bought a navy lingerie set just hours before the flight. Nothing makes me feel good like a new garter. Mysterious eyes with baby blue nails and dirty hair, removed from the world but so emerged in it. I can play shy, and then materialize into the physical. It's all a game in my head, but it keeps you around.
Nothing makes sense and everything is shifting. I fall in love with the taste of the people around me, and then become overwhelmed and seek to isolate and starve myself. I feel surrounded by people, but so lonely. There's something a little lonely about traveling anyway.
A romance to the isolation, crowded streets of Shoreditch remind me of my years spent in Bushwick. And I long for that feeling of when everything was up in the air and nothing was certain.
But the truth is, there's no certainty at all, and I'm just as much as a voyageur then as I am now. Perhaps even more so.
xx
poppy navy blue plunge bra by Agent Provocateur
poppy navy blue suspender by Agent Provocateur
poppy navy thong by Agent Provocateur