I don’t think about you anymore.

With this track, I imagine a girl sitting on a park bench beside a busy metropolitan street in Paris. Sipping her coffee, extra sweet, pinky up. The streets haven’t changed, but the air has. People walk around as if nothing newsworthy ever took place here. The military on every corner gives our protagonist a feeling of security, despite them feeling more like stains than walls. Things are different now, albeit not immediately obvious.

She doesn’t think of you anymore.
But she doesn’t think of you any less.

 

~ by Keira Dazi on January 25, 2016.

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