journaling about my trip to London

 

 

 

 

 

Listening to Bebo-a hindi song, i remember that I can hold the feeling of London in my hands and how much love for myself...I had during that time, an how enjoyable it really was...and how i walked through the streets by myself knowing that I could make anything at all happen and my trust in God at times, was so surreal there, I kept looking in the mirror and reminding myself of the kid inside of me and everything I want for my life, and how if I keep on praying,....I truly will make those things happen and there would be absolutely no doubt in my mind.  From there you could see the mosque. from the shrubs...some more architecture where people sat.   Shrubs and more shrubs...random soccer fields, and walkways everywhere a storage space.  Your beautiful that day, a great star with your portrait and you straighten hair and sharp features.....your creating your own model look..

houses are brick and yellow, same, white hinges,..You took a risk, so you could write early morning,  so you could see those thin bridges and that long expanse of the Thames..with its weeping willow trees..they say the houses there are close together..they are close because they have to be which means that landlords have to raise the rent and try to squeeze as many rooms they can into one house...