Home coming

Well...

My time in Cardiff has come to an end. I have left the faded white walls, the garden wasteland, my arched cavern room, the creaking floors and all the mess. The move involved a few breakdowns as I reflected on what I had and what Im leaving behind.

Now i have returned to frozen suburban life, box like MFI houses and immaculate gardens. Plastic living and pretend cramped mediterranean ideals with one look into the acne ridden face of some spotty sneering air-headed chav loitering on the street corner to dispel any notion of clean living and a harmonious community.

The smell of fading dreams hangs in the air, the dog the owner didn't want, the estate cars each more silver then the last, the repition thats creeps up the delusional streets and suspcious stares of unpleasant lower-middle class men made mediocre who can't understand how you look as they unload their tesco shopping from their cars with the sprinkler licking the edge of their sandles and their immaculate haircuts stiffened in the gentle breaze..

I miss my fiance, i want her here with me...She could transform this place into a paradise rather then the isolated cauldron of nothingness that Southampton really is..Bless my parents,they've welcomed me back with open arms and they'll keep me sane during my stay but this doesn't feel like my home anymore because its not where my heart is..

Oh....