Autumn seems to have arrived early in London. I walk through winds along the corridors and puddles on pavements. The evenings have gotten lonelier, colder, quieter.
Ah London, Lonely London. The land of everything, yet a place that represents nothing. Rien.
Opening the door to a silent, dark apartment, I suddenly want to be home.
1 comment:
oh wells
Autumns are nice seasons, think not of the emptiness. prepare for the chills!
and it's funny, when we get home, we probly wanna come back again soon.
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