I found some thoughts scribbled on a piece of paper, I remember when I wrote them. I was taking photos from dusk to nightfall in London at the beginning of the year and emotions started to run through me and I wanted to jot them down... so I did. It's brief but to the point.
"I'm so stupidly emotional right now in a vibrant buzzing city on my own. It's big and I'm so small. It's beautiful and I feel like I'm in my own world. Alone. I stroll through the empty train station, to board the empty train home. No one else in my carriage but me and the discarded free sheets. I rest my head against the wall but how I wish it was someone's shoulder. Someone to call my own."
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