I'm part of something bigger. 

Part the portion of society who left their homes for the freedom of uncertainty. 

A glossy pink birthday balloon is floating in the middle of the tube carriage. 

I'm in the Victoria line on my way to Brixton. 

On my way to a basement. 

Can't wait to take some pictures of these punk girls 

With fringes an out-of-tune voices. 

Oh I love you my underground life 

The lack of sleep and the loud reverberation 

The plastic pint cups 

The sticky floors 

The broken windows 

The smell of mould that takes me far to my childhood years, 

when every summer we unlocked the door of an inhabited house by the beach. 

The drums rhythm which my first boyfriend used to sing while distracted 

Tu-pa-tu-tu-pa 

Oh I love you my punk life 

The girls kicking like men 

But smiling 

And the songs feeding the walls of those basements 

History changing with invisible under-cover ideas 

The resting spot right by the speakers 

Peace in loud sound. 

Those friends I'll never forget 

Their faces under the red light 

Their eyes purple 

The heat, the sweat, the thirst, the energy 

We were never tired 

We were never guilty 

And no, we were never sad 

We were just doomed