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Clermont is beautiful this time of year. Despite the chill in the air the city was as vibrant and alive as I remembered it to be. I had thought that being so close to my birthplace would have some sort of effect on me... perhaps a feeling of home-coming... but the years have made me numb to it all. I was able to gaze upon all of the sights this city had to offer without feeling a single thing. The past was unable to touch me.
I have returned to Paris feeling almost content with my present situation, despite that persistent empty feeling that strikes me upon stepping foot into the flat, I find that I am better able to deal with the silence after this short time away. I have cast aside all worries and doubts and replaced them with an understanding that I seemed to lack up until this point. Do as you will my love, and wander wherever your soul leads you. I realize now that you need the world as much as I need Paris and regardless of this hollow feeling in my heart I will never try to hold you here. I trust that you will return when you have tamed that lust for wandering. You know that I will always be here. For now I am content to experience the world through your words and to know that your travels are able to give you what the City of Lights could not.
What holds me to Paris? That is a thing which I cannot adequately explain. This city is alive with memories... some which I hold close to my heart and some which are able to slice into my soul when I least expect it, leaving me wounded and bleeding. A simple walk in a familiar area can have me chuckling to myself or can leave me in agony for nights without end. But that’s all part of the allure, is it not? How can I possibly turn my back on such a divine combination of love and hate... pleasure and pain? My memories of this city have often been one of the few things that could truly sustain me over these long years. I cling to Paris because it is the glue that holds the shattered fragments of my soul together. Without the reminders of all that I have experienced, what would I have? It’s part of who I am.
Although the scenery has changed drastically over two hundred years, the feelings that Paris stirs in me have remained the same. There is no denying the fact that this is home and I will never stray from it for long. When I glance out the side window and see the Eiffel Tower standing tall over the city, I know that despite what time may bring or take away, this is where I truly belong.
I have returned to Paris feeling almost content with my present situation, despite that persistent empty feeling that strikes me upon stepping foot into the flat, I find that I am better able to deal with the silence after this short time away. I have cast aside all worries and doubts and replaced them with an understanding that I seemed to lack up until this point. Do as you will my love, and wander wherever your soul leads you. I realize now that you need the world as much as I need Paris and regardless of this hollow feeling in my heart I will never try to hold you here. I trust that you will return when you have tamed that lust for wandering. You know that I will always be here. For now I am content to experience the world through your words and to know that your travels are able to give you what the City of Lights could not.
What holds me to Paris? That is a thing which I cannot adequately explain. This city is alive with memories... some which I hold close to my heart and some which are able to slice into my soul when I least expect it, leaving me wounded and bleeding. A simple walk in a familiar area can have me chuckling to myself or can leave me in agony for nights without end. But that’s all part of the allure, is it not? How can I possibly turn my back on such a divine combination of love and hate... pleasure and pain? My memories of this city have often been one of the few things that could truly sustain me over these long years. I cling to Paris because it is the glue that holds the shattered fragments of my soul together. Without the reminders of all that I have experienced, what would I have? It’s part of who I am.
Although the scenery has changed drastically over two hundred years, the feelings that Paris stirs in me have remained the same. There is no denying the fact that this is home and I will never stray from it for long. When I glance out the side window and see the Eiffel Tower standing tall over the city, I know that despite what time may bring or take away, this is where I truly belong.