Sat on the train today, heavy grey skies, creaking through the delapotated environs of London, urban dacay, wastelands, yet so so beautiful, achingly so.

 I think of all the lives that have passed in these buildings, all the dramas that took place behind the now boarded up windows.

Lives lived-

lives lost-

 love, hate, jealousy, fear, anger, ennui, extasy, despair, hope!

 All done now, all forgotten, except for a faint imprint in the fabrique of the landscape.

We don't have long-

 Make it worthwhile-risk-risk all-be the one thing your meant to be

 Be yourself.