I also keep dreaming of walking in the woods of Hampstead Heath and every time I hear, 'Woods' by Bon Iver, I imagine the tall towering trees singing to me. I fantasize sitting on those fields, watching the church spires, hearing the couple in the distant, giggle as they sip their wine. I keep dreaming of walking towards the pond where the duck swim.
But the only dreadful thing about the dream is dreaming all this alone. Who knows a day will come when I will crave for this loneliness again. But as of now, I wish I had someone to share all this with. Blogs to the rescue!
I still recall the silence of the lanes while I wait for my bus to come. The emptying streets of Oxford Circus on a Monday evening at 9:00 pm.
I still miss the smiling faces at Shoreditch High Street.
How strange it was then, when my mind was always dazed and dreaming. Now it seems like I never went there. And I hate how that feels. I can't let the memory die. Then the only thing that will remain in my head are those images, that have lost their names.
