Inspiration: Barking

Click this photo to read an article about a town in london called barking, because thats where this picture came from.

The clock spun round and round, skipping three and finally landing on four. It was just 2 o clock. The bell clang four and the sun was beginning to dip in the west. Such a weird place to be at this time of day. Sitting on the rivers edge, waiting for someone to come that is so long gone. And yet we sit because the letter told us to sit here at four. We follow words blindly I suppose. A letter says to sit at a certain time, you know what your doing with your day. The clouds move on, the breeze blows the hands of time and the hand skips five to hit six on the head. Suns nearly gone. Where is he? And just as I stand to go hes there, dressed in that familiar style of black decorum.

"Ready to go?" he said

"As I'll ever be I suppose."

He takes me by the arm down the river bank. I look down one last time to catch a glimpse of my reflection. I search the waters edge and for a moment I see me. And then next I'm gone.

Hope you enjoyed some quality word vomit!! Happy Friday! Enjoy the weekend in some kinda way.