She can never be seen in daylight. She can never let anyone see the smile on her face. She can only let few people into her life. She can only absorb what others say. She is tired, lonely and alone. She who hides in the dark. Once said that we are what we pretend to be so we must be careful what we pretend to be. Join 5,792 other followers.

The day of the London Bombings. Ten years on and the memory of this day has faded little. I imagine it never will. And although I wished for nothing else than a few more million-dollar seconds of shuteye, I rose to the beat of another working day in London. Causing the train to rock with impact and submerging it in a great flash of yellow light a loud cracking sound thund.