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
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
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
