Oh, woman, what are you like?

[zatard]

I didn't know who's voice was calling to me at first. Then the arches caved in around me, melting into a swirl of blue and purple. Little by little it enveloped me. The twist and turns of the walls covering my face blanking my expression wrapping itself around my puckered lips. I couldn't speak my mouth locked between colors. She could read my thoughts that were begging for a quick release, begging for her voice to continue soothing, perplexing, indulging me. She said, "Don't loose sight of me"...and yet I did.





@ the Sherlock Holmes Museum



@ a lovely park

I promise for a better update soon. My mind is aching with sorrow at the moment and could possibly taint these beautiful memories I have made while in England.