i love it how buskers line the streets.
as if they were divinely placed there. start playing that song to fit your mood as you walk by. playing your theme song as if you were on a soap. they play your song. all too peaceful. something to soothe the soul, enrage the beast, and electrify the mood. pleasantries.
lovely.
having the time of my life here in Melbourne, Australia. this is a city alright. a city. bright lights that never seem to go off, multitudes of your aussie blokes serenading the streets. and i stand there all alone in the middle of this great metropolis, shopping bags in both hands with the camera strung over the neck. left, right, centre, just people rushing by, with an agenda almost too full to fulfill. i stood there, happy, yet.
lonely.
only one letter separates them (lovely and lonely.) but that's all it takes to make a hell lot of a difference. my "n" could be a "v" if you were here. and you're just one person. lovely.
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