Dark and gloomy in the streets. Moonlight shinning overhead illuminating walkways and, otherwise dark, alleys. That was the way certain parts of the old town looked. Down one lane, you'll see a man rummaging in bins for scraps of yesterday's dinner for his lunch.
Further on down the road, you'll be greeted by two black sedans and a hearse. Not really a sight of opulence, rather, one of poverty, desperation and death. It's a cold world we all live in...cold enough to freeze hell. The people in these parts were the lucky bunch.
How lucky though, is another matter. They are lucky enough to have a house to scavenge from and a proper funeral to not be forgotten by others. These sights will really change one's perspective of life and how cruel it really is. I for one have been exposed to the harshness for almost a lifetime now...don't seem too long considering I am just a teenager.
Just like the aforesaid hobo, alone in the world with nobody to rely on but himself...life played him out to an impoverished life. In the end, it'll be his turn to play the part of a passenger in the hearse.
welcome to my humble all-purpose virtual abode.
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