buildings rise overnight

Vietnam war in my stomach. for two days. the windows were all painted shut but we finally heaved them open. the road and a child playing in the alley dulled the constant slam of doors and cupboards. i need to climb up. catch a bus. it's hard not to panic when you've been here three weeks already. i had some water and greg said, "i think this trip is more about getting to know all the people you live with than exploring london." i nodded, but gently pushed what he said away.

i made it out in my dress for high tea . the hesitant warmth spilled onto the street and the park from the tenth floor of a hotel and i stung much less.

"and we don't care about the young folks, talkin' bout the young style, and we don't care about the old folks, talkin' 'bout the old style too, all we care about is talking, talking only me and you."

written by

i_could_kneel on February 1, 2007 from London, United Kingdom

from the travel blog: hyde park gate

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