I left my heart in Paris.
I left it there so you wouldn’t find it.
so you wouldn’t even think to find it there.
I left my heart in Paris
so I wouldn’t have to lie to you again
when you asked me for it.
You can’t find it there.
I wont write you love letters.
None of this is meant for you.
Everything has an expiration date.
I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall.
(Read the page Painted shadow for details)
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