So many sun rises and so many nights. I can not get over the fact that soon I won’t come home to you every night. This attachment I have build with these four walls. The stories they could tell and the ideas I have thought about. The tears and the laughter they have seen. Oh these walls that hold my biggest secrets and my most memorable joys. These walls that with them I have grown and matured. The walls that on rainy night keep me warm. How am I going to miss you. I had build you for my comfort but never did I think of leaving you. My room I already miss you.
It’s was day… And I got into the subway. Not knowing where I was headed. I stood there thinking “any place would be great”. As the stops continued, I held in to the rails, and excused my self out. I walked up a set of white stairs… it had turned into dusk. As soon as I had made my way to the top I turned left. My eyes rapidly gazed and analyzed the statutes in front of me. The place was so beautiful… Then like in a movie, I looked down making a second left. Admiring the floor. I slowly raised my eyes to the front. And there it was, with the most beautiful perfect background of purples and blues, and a set of fluffy clouds… I kept walking towards it and my eyes still believed they where seeing images in a dream. There I was on a balcony with you right in front if me. Right there and then I finally felt in Paris.