her head was a city of paper buildings

i want more than this small town. i want bright lights, big city.

i want austere buildings with too many windows, stretching up, and i want shop windows full of colour, and their slightly scary mannequins, never mind the bitchy salesladies inside.

i want out of this small town i'm in.i want tiny side streets, with little cobbled stones, i don't care if they stink of piss, the rain will wash that away. i want badly lit little cafe's with not enough room, but antique little tea services on the tables, and sugar cubes too.

i want my own front door, with a tarnished copper door knob to match, and the rooms inside, no matter how few windows they possess. it will be my own. and i want to walk the streets of the city and feel at home.