One Time @ Camden Lock III

It’s a strange feeling, this. To be left alone in the middle of a crowd, to be abandoned by people that I’ve never met. The sun goes and so do the strangers, and I sit on the cold, hard ground, lockside for the thousandth time, with my purple lipstick and my white wine eyes, wearing a ring that was prised off the finger of a dead woman, and if I said that I feel alive, it would be a lie.


3 thoughts on “One Time @ Camden Lock III

  1. I’ve always thought that I feel at my loneliest when surrounded by many people I don’t know – and on occasion, when surrounded by many people, all of whom I know.

    Babe’s right – ‘my white wine eyes’ is lovely.

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