And among all the lights, she stood still lost not knowing where to call home. The surroundings were anything but believable, surreality sunk in and she found herself wandering, feeling in need of a title. The wanderer. A girl who walked the night and kept going for years to come. She herself, to never grow up, a glimmer roaming the streets eternally.
Paris is one of my favourite places ever. I've spent a lot of time there when I was young and though it has so many bad memories attached to it for some reason I still love it and am drawn to it every time.