Last Daze.

Surrounded by many. Yet all alone.

Obscured thoughts. Crush the bone.

Soiled city streets. Far away home.

We Shine.

We walk together always.

To all corners of the world.

We walk together always.

We walk together always.

In each other our thoughts.

We walk together always.

We walk together always.

Not one. But. Many steps.

We walk together always.

We walk together always.

Never Before. Never behind.

We walk together always.

We walk together always.

Our hearts and minds side by side

We walk together always.

Walking The Streets.

Walking the streets of London.

A subtle wash of colour amongst towering grey overtones.

Rubbish.

Sunny days.

Streets of Brick Lane.

Sunshines through the smiles of nights before.

Overcast frowns roll out across the cobbled floor.

He walks the streets. They all know not to speak of, or, to him.

Rubbish.

Cloudy days.

Streets of Brick Lane.

Unwritten law.

Artificial wasted.

The wind walks cold.