My city... I was here before it was even one, my toys are older than the high-rise buildings. Yet all of my oldest dreams have long been gone, this is where new people from far-away are dreaming.
People dream to visit here even for a day, I can't count the years I've been trying to escape. People travel here to have a sip of coffee, even the taste of water here can tell that I am sick.
In the inner city, while everyone takes photographs, I try my best to walk with my shoulders not dropped. In the chic cafes where others strike a pose, I knew I never wanted more, I had my dose.
My city, that many people dream of visiting and living in, why, then there's me who's here and feeling livid in. My now-larger-city that still feels like a small town, I feel suffocated, as if all my life I'm in a tight gown.
Meeting you gave me the permission I sought in myself. To get out & explore in a sense that it feels like home. Being with you, the best idea yet. Small petite buildings, towering buildings. Everyday feels brand new I don't feel the need to stay cooped up inside a room. With you I want to get out & explore and sleep when there is time. I've never been to a place like this before. I've never tasted food this good before & for once, There are no distractions, no other place to be. The lights that shine from your eyes The thoughts that travel fast like cars. I've never been to a city like this before, the best idea yet. When people ask me where I've been I call your name. When friends ask me where I'm going I call your name. And I can't wait until I get back there
The sun has set on another day, the sky settling a darker grey. The Moon has not yet graced us with its' presence. The nearby businesses, shedding light, fluorescent. Illuminating the water in yellow and blue columns. Like candles flickering in a church, in a scene, oh so solemn. People are walking home from work, some meeting for a drink or perhaps something to eat. Swans are gathering in a group, taking food from a human hand, such trust rarely given. I am lost in my thoughts as I watch the scene before me on the still waters, and just listen. Listen to the sounds of the end of the day.
Last night walking home from the Chiropractic. It was a wonderful scene, one I hope I did a little justice to.
I remember these early times The first Downtown in the cold Lights out. Adults living like heathens Teens on the streets My inspiration The freedom which comes from taps on bricks cold air to put you right back in your body Frightening. It was freedom nonetheless
Growing up in Eugene as young teens we would frequent the downtown bus station where scores of transient teens would congregate to talk of life, meaning, use drugs and debate existence after childhoods of parental neglect.
Welcome abroad Thameslink. Grab a camera a wink at Shaftsbury’s bootylicious dancers. Pen in gear and know the answers to the parade of pub quizzes. Let your strands of raw seismic frizzes scream on bonds lightening Thames RIB. The Louis Vuitton wallet ‘on fleek’ for that crib inside the Shards slender diamond belly. Feet stay in groove with that Kidston welly against the roaring mud at the wireless festival. Pre dem soulful struts of de Notting hill carnival spicy spirits, nani wines and **** kisses. Safari hunt watch out for those hisses on centre stage of the primeval in the zoo. Grab my hand and come on boo steady your bags and steady your feet on the thrilling ride of Oxford street. Reminisce its entirety and say goodbye.
Happy Friday folks!! Hope you have a great weekend planned and are keeping safe during these times!! Here’s something to cheer you up... my poetic vision of LONDON 🇬🇧.... if you are planning to go (once COVID restrictions are fully lifted) hope this gives you a good sense of things to do and places to visit 😁🏙😊