I am nearly at the top now. Someone has sprayed an insult on the wall and a broken bottle glints so beautifully in the now fully risen sun. I wish I could stay to see more of this you know but I walk towards the low concrete.
You see I have forgotten what it is like to be alright but I am absolutely sure that if someone could remind me how to live again, I could manage it.
I want to write about places I've never been and yet still I do not know or cannot remember where that may be. I want to create them out of