i can't tell you sometimes

why i'm not sleeping in new york

in a land of adrenaline and art and rants

sometimes i wake up and can't explain

why my legs aren't in tokyo

photographing the women

and fashion of my dreams

swimming in the mediterranean sea

dancing in the barcelona breeze

can't tell you why i'm not in the

south of france

drinking too much cava

in love with their art and dance

and something is growing

and something is changing

and when i know,

be certain

there will be rearranging.

i promise you, i promise (me), that.

when something eats at your soul, it tears until. until your brain heart and fingers must. must. grow. and in new york it is said you are always looking for a new job, a new apartment, a new boyfriend. and all i think is. job. job. job. job. where the job is something that razzle dazzles my soul. and i am the owner, proprietor and soul.

and here it is and here by my heart i will go,

xxxfranny