Manchester. This is my peaceful place; sensual within a pulse that thrives of footsteps. Each thud against the tarmac, a tuneless melody; echoing through my aching head and soothes the throbbing pain. The wind breezes by with a taste of passion and rushes upon my skin with cocaine like aftershocks. Sweet seduction hides in between the balls of petrol clouds that speed by with a crashing of thunder. I stare into the eyes of the crowd and recognise strangers in the throng of new. Smiles of the knowledge and a skip of a beat; I live for the collision of fresh skin on mine for barely a second. Disappear into the city. My lips pursed so I could kiss the spirit of the town. Its hollow arms wrap around my shattered bones offering a warming embrace. I glimpse at the eyes of the towers as they shimmer down upon me and find home within the cracks of the pavement. They mirror me.
My heart cemented in Manchester’s veins.
Photo and Thing by Me, Sarah Cook, 2007/8
The photo I've posted before with a poem and I just edited the photo and got inspired. I fucking love my city. Will try and do my group things soon. Am babysitting kids for a week so bear with me :D