sweet home
so i miss montreal. i miss the people there. i miss the city. its feel. its pulse. no... pulse is the wrong word. its more of a... lust... its sensual. and slow. doesn't hit you hard like a pulse. it creeps into you. one day you're fine... and then... a few weeks later... sometimes it might even take a few months... you realize the way it has invaded you. slowly. surely. determined. and you breathe montreal. it slips out of your mouth in regular exchanges. it creeps to your fingertips and its in everything you touch. the chemistry. and its hard to explain... to those who have yet to be seduced. to fall victim. to a city. like montreal.