Like a dream, she walked from the water and sat down beside me. No words were spoken. Only a single tear and the haunt in her eyes told me all I needed to know.
It is hard not to walk past someone, homeless or not, and write their life story out in your own mind without a rethought or wonder for the persons well being.
Young and soft faces overwhelmed by struggles
Seasoned and scarred hearts see with experienced eyes
running fast as you trip along the way
He wants a word of kindness and to feel self worth. He has to be tough because nice will get you hurt.
Surviving eternal consequences has no end
Alone you stand on the step
Longing to be taken as you fight to stay alive
Never have I claimed to be a dog person, in fact I emphasize the opposite. I complain when they get their drool or wet noses on me. I get irritated when they don't come the second you call them or eat something horrendously gross after you just bought a 50 dollar bag of dog food.… Continue reading Drooling Dogs