The first leg of the journey.

Still reeling from the release of 1989 and Lost in the Dream, and not yet 21; I embark to capture my life in poetry.

We are in Albion, jewel of the southern coast. Proud of its football, it's pubs, and any number of things you might see on a night out.

The nights in Albion hold fast and flowers seem to bend towards you as you walk. Feeling fills the memory, and a rough night for others

Is a still night for some..