And i miss who we were in a town that we could call our own.

I grabbed my notebook, a block of white stemmed cigarettes, my favorite diptyque candles and a bottle of wine as i shut the door behind me. A spontaneous night by the ocean never felt more appropriate. Fresh air and the sound of the city far away. With my feet dipped in crystal clear water, i lit one up, inhaled and blew the gray smoke towards the purple haze sky. All i wanted in that moment was to feel weightless and that would've been enough. My vintage Valentino dress was getting wet from the lazy waves and boldly started turning sea-through as the tide rose. Why this was my weapon of choice to the beach, i have no explanation for. The opulence and extravagance of the fabric mixed with the emotions i had inside felt like the right kind of dramatic and crazy mixture of feelings i lusted at the time.