I had to write this now, it couldn't wait until tomorrow!
It seems all pedantic and overblown when I read it again. But I wanted it to retain it's sense of lucidity, so I guess it works.
I don't know, I don't feel I can express it properly...
Love Song for Paris
The love of city life inspires you.
You're driven, you're compelled
to create.
The world is your oyster;
And this is the buffet,
Where intangible dreams meet
With tangible fancies.
Seeing everyone there,
They're smiling faces,
Drinks in hand,
Cigarettes held at a distance,
I yearn for it.
The camaraderie of working, and living,
With the finest that the world has seen!
Struggling for exposure
Together admiring one another's works
But seeking critical acclaim for oneself!
Picking their brain for knowledge
And seeking to inspire them with yours.
You feel like you belong
and everyone wants you there!
The wood speaks to you
"Its all an illusion"
And you wake up
wishing it never ended.
I have two passions, Art, and Writing! This is the writing side of my passion.
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