Bosham

at sunset

Sitting with William Blake on Primrose Hill

waiting for the sun to set upon London town. 

Come

walk with me as the sun bids the moon goodnight.

Saturday evening kitch

for all you kitch lovers out there.

Riding the train

into the sunset. Don't really care where it takes me, as long as it takes me away. Into the unknown. Towards happiness. Away from here. Away from the misery. Away from the troubled mind. Away from the void. Into your arms. Away from the worries. Away from the crushed bodies. Away from the broken spirits...
And I get sucked into the bright sun.