I wrote the ideas for this poem when I was traveling in Europe. My impressions came to me when I was in Paris. The most delightful experiences come spontaneously and a plan that disappointments is the result of the burden one must hold to realise the truth.

My best friends and I had a plan to go to Paris together and dance at the park. I romanced about it, ignoring an important fact that it will winter. But I didn't care because I felt in my heart that it will all fall into place. I would forget the cold, we would improvise, and the strength of friendship would help us pull together to experience the magic a once in a lifetime opportunity this brought. Disappointments and insecurities lurked in the air until we came to a place where we danced. I have a deep love for the friendship I felt at that moment, because they were a part of the moments I dreamed to have. Call me a dreamer but without it I am not the person I am and I cannot write, and I cannot be in the world that I want to be in. A dreamer isn't obsessed about results. A dreamer enjoys the process, may not get there, but is fulfilled by the moment of these sensations and can foresee what is to come. This is a poem about the reality of a dreamer and the possibilities that a dreamer creates.

It's not easy to leave
A house randomly placed
Created by a heart
that moved on
Leaving the house in disgrace
Just so that she could manage it
Then
Upon looking back
She separated the trees
Like shop window displays
Seen
All in a row
All well-behaved
Serene
And
Once she realized
Everything was a lie
All became clear
It was then
When
She could manage it