Purple haze on French buildings. Not as Ancient as they seem. Who else could see beauty in a street like this? But someone like me. The homeland seems even further away here. The love seems distance as well. Eat cheeseburgers for dinner and don’t cry anymore- It’s better not to feel. At least for this moment anyway. I want someone like you every moment of my day. Perhaps I’m caught up in another European affair again. Silly Australian girl.
Written sometime in early July looking outside my hostel window in Nice, France.