Nice, France

behind my headphones
i run
the streets narrow down
before exploding
in to fruit stalls
of colour,
with
life a scooter
winding through these
alleys drenched in history,
accelerating and braking
hard

the promenade now,
and as the people blur by me
i get lost in the crowd

the music plays
the guitars power me
on
the turquoise water
meets the horizon
and continues to
the heavens

for a moment,
the self-doubt, the uncertainty,
the guilt,
the crippling anxiety
take the back seat

and for a moment,

dreams and reality


coincide.