malade de paris

four months left on vacation and you already packed your bags

123 days left in this city, and some of you went to your hotel rooms

 and i haven't seen you since

2,952 hours until paris is just a stamp on your passport and you're

 acting like you're already gone

177,120 seconds might pass you by because you couldn't find the

 eiffel tower without your tour guide

well i can't count how long it took me to write my first blog post

and i don't know how many hours i spent on my journal

but i know that five months have come and gone and i'm not just a 

tenant here anymore

and i know that paris might be a metaphor but it's always felt more 

real that alpine, utah

i know that i always end up saying hello just before i'll have to 

say goodbye

i know that i still have 1 year and 326 days until i can breath 

again

and i know that we'll take turns coming home 

paris can't wait on me forever

so i have four months to say goodbye, and four months to say what i

 want to say

and not enough time for any of it