[Melody Moonwalk]

So this is the part when I babble on about why i've written this, or whatever... but no. Just read it. If you like it, carry on reading. Just like a real book.
I'll update every so often.

The sound of the city bursts through my ear drums. Sounds of cars, buses, trains, and people. My eyes show me crowds of men and women, all rushing to get somewhere, work, shops, home. Cars sit steady in the street, waiting, all just waiting. In a world which is gradually loosing its patience, everyone waits. The echo of trains moving around in the tunnels which lye beneath this old city, slowly creeps up the long stair case which is also crowded with hundreds of people, and business men. Tall buildings surround me, everywhere, though the sky be completely visible, shadows are cast everywhere. My eyes are drawn to the lower part of the street, where everyone chooses not to look; everyone is in denial, no one accepts it; On the streets, everywhere, homeless men, and women, sit and lye with expressionless faces. They watch as the citizens of London remain ignorant to what is holding their lives together; if it wasn’t for these people’s ruined lives, what would the world be? No one would have something to deny, they would have no need to say such things as, “They just pretend to be homeless to get money.” The world would be halfway to being perfect if none of these men or women hadn’t gone ahead and ruined their own lives, but nothing’s perfect. I stand and watch as a women in need cries out to passers by, “Please help, please, I've no where to sleep. Please.” Embarrassed faces fall upon those whom hang brief cases from their finger-tips, not because they’re aware they cannot help, but because they’re worried someone may have seen the helpless women calling out to them. They hold their heads high whilst holding their million dollar mobile phones to their ears, “Err, yeah… yeah, lets talk business.” Bunch of twats.

My butt cheeks squish closer together as I take a seat on a bench, the sun shines through a break in the clouds and the street which I sit in begins to fill with people. Baby’s crying and children screaming, Argh! I think to myself. I push my way through the crowds of people, making my way to a park to get some peace, and quiet. After about 300 yards or so of walking, I find myself in between two buildings, and the river Thames ahead of me, lovely I think, smiling to myself. I lay on the grass which sits between the two buildings – which block the city sounds out… mostly. I look up at a large circular structure, which moves oh-so slowly; what appears to be a gigantic fair-ground ride, but is actually a plain old tourist attraction, somehow makes something click in my mind. I think of where I could go, freedom is mine; and I’m using it to the maximum. Lifting my heavy feet, I again make my way through the crowded streets of London city, and eventually arrive at Victoria train station.