Aged here, the three blocks that is now home. Without a roof!
At some point in time a birthday came and passed.
Happy Birthday to those on the street, to those that will not have cake or a present or family.
Happy Birthday to those need to survive something no one elects themself to do.
The United States government determined that somewhere between 200,000 and 500,000 Americans were then homeless
I have not been to war But the machine guns in my head ruin my thoughts Woven in silk; I have a destiny A web of directions I chose to ...
I am up for it, I really want it, I have prepared for it Only doing what I need to do Only wanting to get over this hump I want to look...
When the doors you open, trying to escape Open to Darkness Open to Emptiness Open to Sadness Open to a Storm Open to Nothingnes...