Monday, October 27, 2008
T hrough the dirty glass window of a sleazy bar I watch the comings and goings of the people outside, I admire their resolve, their strength and the ability to go on with their lives and don’t dwell in self pity and I feel like a separate entity, somewhat detached, like if I were not really there, not truly alive. I marvel at the purpose in their faces, at their fast strides, so certain they are walking away from damnation, their eyes fixed ahead, their hands clutching their sides, deep inside...
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