The street that gave color to my childhood is dull and empty, figuratively.
What was once a playground for kids who knew nothing is now a mere path which connects us to our houses, literally.
Innocence turned to ignorance, frankness changed to silence, and those who used to be friends are nothing more than just neighbors at this moment.
The familiarity of the place is not comforting anymore.
I never wanted to get out.
Daily Post’s West End Girls.