I built my own Paris,
Just to watch it crumble down
And yet I tried again
Mind fixated on a fantasy
That spoke of wings and fairy tales,
A glamour unknown to my mortal eyes.
A universe so real
A Distorted reality,
Yet one I felt most alive in,
And like a foolish man’s castle built on sand,
I’ll keep building my own Paris,
For that second of pure happiness.
Paris:- A sentimental yearning for a reality that isn’t genuine. An irrecoverable condition for fantasy that evokes nostalgia or day dreams.
- A.A
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