Looking around.
Yesterday, I went looking for cans and talking to people in the Chamblee area. While looking around, I saw my apartment and was tempted to go in. After 8 days on the streets, I am in desperate need of some rest and recuperation. I was reminded that would be cheating and that I need to stay focused.
I let my mind wander and wonder about what it would be like not to have the keys at all and walking past your old home and seeing someone else in it. Someone watching a tv where your couch used to be. I have always had some sort of home. I have always had some place to go. What would it be like to stand outside of a hose that used to be yours.
Then I thought about my neighbor, sitting watching tv and having no idea that I was on the sidewalk outside. How many of us forget about the people outside and what is happening beyond our front door. I have seen some strange things just this week alone.
I have seen someone light up a crack pipe...
I have seen someone shoot up, something and fall shivering into sleep.
...all outside of someone's front door.
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