A View From a Bridge

I'm afraid the title is a bit of a misnomer, I haven't had the privilege of reading the famous text yet, but I thought it was a snappy title for today's picture. I saw this going into work today, and I had to take a photo of it, something about street art strikes a chord in me. I'm not an artist, nor am I clever with words, so I wouldn't be able to do this, I can only stand back and admire those who do. How they got up there, though, I'll never know!

The statement is nonetheless true, I always feel like I'm an insecure child inside, when I'm clearly growing older every day, living at university, in final year, and making decisions for the rest of my life. But something about this seemed to say that it was okay to still ave that child inside you, to still have crazy moments where you feel three years old and wildly happy for something trivial that nobody else understands.

This is not to say that I encourage defacing metro bridges, but it does have a very beautiful point, I think.