I spent the day in down town Manchester either sat in a classroom, doing a tiny bit of shopping or trawling the streets watching the human flotsam gather storm for the coming weekend. Manchester is a childhood flower,grasped of time past from the dark bank within my mind, as i pull off each petal the mental words..she luv's me,she luv's me not,capture each crack in the sidewalk i have trod on this day.
