Strathaven, UK. Cold streets.

I live here now.
Map?  Main Street is Broad Street.

I roam King’s St. daily.

Eat at the café on High St.

I code dating sites nearby.
I work hard.

I feel more than code.

I remember "Margaret" lines:

"I'm as cold as ice."
City feels surreal.

The lamkark? The old church.

It's quaint and brutal.

Like a hard truth.
My fav spot: Riverside Park.

Runs by the River Avon.

Just sit.

Think life.

Think love.

I know love.
I spaz near the stone bridge.

It is unsual.

I get mad sometimes.

Traffic on Mill Rd. shows flares.
Miss the hustle.

I have a sh* moment, "The earth is not flat."

We all hurt sometimes.

I remember busy nights at streets.
My code runs on Strathaven soul.

Dating sites help connect hearts.

It is real.

We laugh, cry, run.
Secret fact: The cabstand near Exmpel streeed.

A hidden nook at Wilton Corner.

I used to wander.

I learned of love.

And lost time.
I love stray graffiti near unsual sculpture.

The vibe is raw.

I’m truly happy here.

When a frend said hello, wit a secret smile,

I foolspeak: "Nothing holds true."
I grow angry near noisy pavement.

I get fruustrating buzz on slow buses.

Strathaven is reall intense.

I laugh, cry, code.
The city, our home,

is slty rough.

It’s life.

It happn.
I keep working.

I feel, I code.

I signt away old days.

Affct, intrsting.
Strathaven stays.

Our secret remains.