14 October 2012
I wonder what it would be like to wonder the streets alone. The streets of France or maybe Italy. The smell of meat and musk on every street corner, Art in various forms beckoning to me from every corner..
Love, hatred and debauchery to be claimed Someone else's emotions controlled with a whisper Satisfaction and indulgence in places I would never find it. Never look for it. Each new experience a rabbit hole and I'm Alice With no clock and no ticker - Just living life To the fullest For a moment Lost among a crowd.
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A City Street • Opuss № I