How I Wish I Could Go To Paris

Y’know, I wish I could travel. 

I’ve always had this dream of travelling the world, meet new people, see new things. It always fills me with such joy and excitement. 

But every time I think about travelling, the same place pops into mind.

Paris. Midnight haunting Paris.

Oh, how beautiful and wonderful it seems to be.

I always imagine myself standing on top of the ever so tall Eiffel tower as my hair blows in the wind as I just breathe in the warm amazing feeling of being there. Watching the lights shine bellow as people converse and enjoy the night.

Dreams can be so wonderful!

So unrealistic sometimes.

I can’t go to Paris! I don’t even have a passport!

Being like this is annoying at times.

Can’t go anywhere uncovered without people calling the damn police.

But hey, this life brings me some joy, even though things are scarcely limited. 

You understand, right?

You were like me as well. 

Well,

Too bad you couldn’t tell me where you want to go. Y’know, ‘cause you're bleeding out everywhere and practically choking on your own blood. 

Ah, the people in Paris must be so much more fun to tack and kill.

I can only imagine how exciting it would be to watch the light burn out in their eyes as their stabbed and killed by my twisted hands. 

You understand?

Oh, How I wish I could go to Paris.