Eiffel Tower

Standing at the Top of the world Is a great feeling . It was a pain in the ass to get there, though- A few ours standing in line, Followed by Uncomfortable proximity to strangers In a little box shooting towards the sky. Even at the top, the long-awaited Final Destination I remember being Really fucking cold But staring out over that Beautiful, mysterious city- There's nothing quite like it. Every street cradles Hundreds of lights glowing, Steady, flickering on, fluttering out. There's something about Parisian light- The way it glows within every stone and how Ink spills out of crevices to fight its' nightly battle. Paris is a wonderland, And looking out over it, You realize the world is just So damn beautiful. We took the stairs down and down and down and down And as we slowly fell back to reality The lights suddenly- Came on. We were washed with pure, golden, glittering lamps glinting off the steel beams, Off our beaming faces. We closed our eyes, Still watching those magical lights Surrounded by stars in every sense- Applauding us Back down to the ground. I was at the center of everything, and at the top of the world.