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Blurred visions of vague nights and sparkling street lights
fuel the desire for the streets of fire. Paris burns, whispers faintly...echoing.
Reflections dance, sparks fly and fade...we cant steal back the precious moments past.
Memories are what we have...surreal, romantic - lucid dreams.
Pulsing...
emm...travel bug has bitten me again. too bad im so damn poh...ghetto style straight up. (Gawd im lame) anyway...i saw jane and graham last night...ive so missed my english adoptive parents!...this is their first time visiting california...and only second time to the states, so its too bad the weather is so unappealing at the moment. seeing them reminded me of europe and travel and so so many memories. good times. i want to travel somewhere else. why cant i just live as a drifter and work to travel?? thats what ben and beth do but then they work for their parents so they always have a job once they get back from wherever they have been for 2 months. must be nice. id like to take off and just take an extended journey...use the experience to create new art. monotany kills. I wish that the picture above had at least come close to the reality that it was meant to capture...but its just not the same. theres nothing like the sparkling glow of the eiffel tower on the dusky paris skyline. like glitter. it was truly amazing.