i want to sit on a grungy london rooftop and look down at the city lights. i want there to be someone next to me playing guitar; playing like they play every night as they watch the city, the people, and the lights from above. but up on the rooftop, the noises are muted. an occasional laugh from the street is heard. this whole mental portrait is colorless. black and white. but not emotionless. this is what i want. it's what i've always wanted. london rooftops with blankets and a guitar. staring into the abyss that is the looming monster of the city - but we are so far removed from it's gilded appeal. it's what makes me believe that "you can't miss what you never had" is a false statement.
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