

.Sitting on cold brick wearing dirty grey jeans and a novelty T-shirt and I know I could look better but you don't care because you're my friend and I'm yours and that's all we need in the world. When we sit together my heart skips a beat, but not because of you. It does that sometimes, I worry about it..


Untitled:HomelessHair matting faces stained with tears and mud. Trash turning to treasure in the streetlights, flickering. She is but a shadow at high noon, an abstract outline of what once was. Pain aged eyes staring longingly ahead. Hope is for dreamers.Untitled:Homeless


StakePlagued by my reality. Is this truely what I deserve? Committed a crime by their standards worse than murder, punishable only by such a crime. Heat dances around me like firey daggers to my skin. Never have I harmed them, still they stare back with cold faces. I plead for mercy, they spit at my heels. Bombarded by ignorance and smoking flesh.Stake
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