Walking on a Möbius strip

The fireflies are really a photoshoped mesh Möbius strip. If you look closely enough.

The strip always intrigued me. And now it feels as if i am walking on one.
Endless. Dual journeys. A twist of fate.

I cleared t/p step 3. Getting closer to the "achievement" i suppose. Hmm. Two people that would have been the proudest. But i don't know how to tell them. My dad. Mr. jones.

So many things i want to tell you mr. jones.

Like i made the highest score in the french class again. And that the prof asked me to skip the next course and go to 200 level when he read my compositions!

Like how much i needed you now. To cry with me. Both break down and cry. Like our song. To wrap me in the warmth of your soul and lull me to sleep. The way only you can. To wake up with me and give me hope to carry on. To never give up on me. No matter how weak or wretched i feel, to always pick me up and carry me. C'est toi. That's the you i know.

Do you miss me sometimes? And tell me mr. jones, does it make you shudder...should you ever measure the depth of that longing?

Life runs parallel. Pourquoi?