Its simply an imperative I make it to Paris, The city of Light. She holds my thirsty gaze unquenched.  She beckons me in dreams and leaves subtle hints of her beauty scattered throughout my not-so-busy days.  She is singing me to her.  A siren of allure unparalleled.  How soon can I reach you my love?  How soon can I comb your unkempt maze of alleyways holding infinite potential under the dim orange mad city flame.
Paris, city of Light
I can imagine our decadence so great.
The drunken fervor,
the sad revelry of Freedom without meaning.
the practical absurdity of a subject in a world wide with subjects
not ever separate in nothing but Forever amidst Never