Bath Side.

I am feeling flow. I am lost in windows that have been open too long, and the breeze is whisking away my smile.

I feel alone.

I am going to be alright I just feel let down in every sense.

I miss Bethan I haven't seen her since Halloween.

I suppose it's one of those things.

This is a self portrait.

A terror filled cry for help, perhaps.

Or just a photograph of a girl on the Bath side, singing the blues.