Apr 30, 2016look awayThe rain falls gently as night’s dampness gives birth to thirsty flowers in the park. Sleeping bodies lie upon dampened cardboard bed and shivering cold of casket ground. I step carefully not to tread upon either. Paper cup in hand and stench of booze walking before him he looks up from empty stare and interrupts my deepened thoughts. Piercing eyes of hollow deep with nothingness at its floor meet the dark of my own. And, for a moment our lives connect. I long
