wander

Today, a man washes soot from his face- his house burned to the ground. His children lost. His wife still does not know.

Somewhere in the world a woman puts on a veil to hide from the world. Learning how to forget and be forgotten. Sadness overflows and as if her body is about to tear out of its skin, she bends over and surrender to the tide- drowning herself in a pool of regret.

A child begs for a few coins- dodging this and that car. His big brown eyes burn from the oncoming headlights. His tiny feet tired from walking the length of the boulevard. Back and forth. In an endless cycle of dreamless existence handed down from his bastard father’s father.

Everyday you feel like a beat-up truck stuck in a pothole. You used to be in an all-time favorite champion team. A superstar in an all-star selection. Rockstar. Starter. Captain. Now you pull over to a gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes when you don’t even want to smoke. Just imagining the lit end to be a firefly drowsy with sleep, breaking the dark of your room.