Monday, December 14, 2009

Jason makes me YEARN to go back.

"Paris is a perfumed city, bedazzled in lights, leather and legs. It is a city that inspires poetry, romance and leave-in conditioner. This is the one city where I’m neither bothered by cigarette smokers nor stinky cheese. Being here makes me want a chateau to claim as my castle. Being here makes me want to sleep in an expensive suit while I dream in black in white. Yet while the city consumes my imagination, I am content in the corner, a tourist observing the colorful world in a state of perpetual newness. Even in the busiest of places, I find solace as if the city were sound proof, the babble of voices being the drone of raw emotion, nothing more. My understanding of the language is so minimal that comparing it to a call of wild animals is the best I can do to apply any meaning to it. Therefore, everything I hear is magical, like ears listening to ballet. The whir of le scooter, the ding of the vino, the clop of the boots and unzipping of jackets supply the musical accompaniment to all of it including my clinking miniature spoonfuls of sugar into my annual espresso. 

I come to this café every time I’m here as it’s right around the corner from my Parisian hotel away from home. It’s where I’ve purchased many journals and spent hours filling them. Being here is a wonderful feeling every time. And it’s times like these I pray a life like this lasts forever. According to the Champs Elysées, it will. Sustaining centuries and the pace of millions, she remains one of the great avenues. And just as the Arc de Triomphe has no plan to lose the staring contest against the Louvre, neither will I let myself lose this love for Paris."
-Jason Mraz

I couldn't have said it in any other way. I miss you, Paris. 
More than this, I miss my cousins in Paris. There's something about blood that makes it seem like you
just saw each other yesterday... when, in reality, it's been years since you've heard each other laugh. 
There's something about childhood that can re-piece parts of you that you forgot were there. 
And that realization is so astoundingly magical that you can't help but feel complete.
Like a vital part of you, a kidney, a song,  a heart... has been reinstalled into your body. Into your soul. 

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