"They will give us everything but dignity. "
My father had pounded that into my head since infancy I’d presume, you had lullabies, I had constant
reminders that if I didn't value myself the world wouldn't and in that little lesson grew a great
admiration for a man who had nothing but his wisdom, family and a vague memory of never having
have had anything.
It's the broken street lights that have struck up this thought, fancy folk don't know broken, maybe hearts,
not homes, not hospital equipment and certainly the only darkness they have to face is that of their
souls and when they close their eyes and go into that dark oblivion devoid of simpleton worries.
300 meters, a warm bed and maybe food, I shall know. There's an unsettling feeling in my gut, like the
weeks before...