i finally reached london after being in newcastle the past two days. sitting on a train for three hours, reading, writing, working, it all seems like long ago.
the tube is a strange comfort. not quite home. but familiar.
my head rests in my hands and i feel tears drip down the inside of my sleeve. i’m crying.
i’m confronted by the harsh reality that now i am completely alone in this place.
and for the first time, in a long time, i feel like it.