I was walking home on the night of my 26th Birthday with Howard and he noticed this....
Its such a small piece of art, about the size of my hand, and its about 15 ft up a wall on an ally near my flat in Bethnal Green, i would never have noticed it. He did, and its quite beautiful and appropriate.
I leave London in less than 48 hours. Death of another life. Another Beginning. At 26, i think I am growing tired of these extreme changes every year.
i need a 'wake up and smell the coffee' spell.
But i still end up looking at neon skulls on street corners and finding beauty in the strangest places.
It was really quite an adventure,
I wish i could stay.
But people are people,
what more can i say.
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