I'm tired of life.
I no longer want to live. I no longer want to continue a life so monotonous in contrast to the beauty around me.
I feel useless, living the same life I have since I was a babe. I'm tired of being treated like the youngest child despite being the oldest.
I hate the life of being looked down at with pity, eyes asking questions and someone answering for me.
"Oh, he's been like that since birth".
I might be lame but I sure am not dumb and needing someone to answer for me.
I sigh again as we get to the gate called Beautiful.
My spot was vacant because almost everyone knew I stayed there and did the only job I have ever known - begging for money, again and again.
I close my eyes, imagining I were a priest,...