"My aim this year is to produce better films, more creative and more artistic than I did last year" – Kendo 

The low soft hum of the train in the station

Sends yellow sparks high with the smell of bacon.

All hands in pockets and zips done up tightly

As the cold on the platform grips ever so slightly.

The smell of the coffee beans float in the air

Oh why wont that woman sit still on this chair?

A funny looking bloke all dressed up to the nines

As another cancellation’s  announced over the lines.

Thousands, well hundreds, well maybe a lot

Stand formlessly looking at each other, and why not.

A young girl yawns widely did she not get her sleep?

As another stairs gormlesly down at her feet.

Please wake me please wake me when the train does arrive.

Or is this a dream and the connection is life?

Kendo x