You can hear the ringing of the church bells, the squeaky wheel of the passing , and over all that the sound of me screaming. I'M HOME!!
It's equally parts familiar and unknown being back in Paris. I can still find myself wandering down streets and alley ways better than I could in my own hometown. When you really think of it though, isn't Paris by this time, after all these years, truly home. Fighting so hard to get here, working so hard to stay, having it all vanish in a blink of an eye; then rebuilding again, like my own personal Rome, and to which I am its Cesar.
The theory is only completely mad people try the same things over and over again, expecting a different result. Then again, just like Alice, the Cheshire cat, we're all mad here.
This is my wonderland, once again I find myself barreling down into it happily.
If you're new to this page, this is my second ballad to Paris. Hopefully, I'll find the dedication to keep you apprised of all the goings on. If you've read my happy/sad/erratic stories before, welcome back. I'm happy to have you. Stay a while, this time is sure to be much more fun.
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