paris.
has stolen part of my heart.
or have i merely given that small part of it freely?
this city is divine.
Z out.
has stolen part of my heart.
or have i merely given that small part of it freely?
this city is divine.
Z out.
for she has you.
perhaps one day we shall walk her streets together, and i will reclaim that part of you.
alexander.
my lucid dream.
i'm tired of words.
so i shall climb a tree once again, and loose myself amongst pirates and zombies, chain smoking whilst in the company of nobody.
and the moon shall hang, illuminated dreaming.
take care.
as always.