It's after Christmas.
It's January, but it's snowing here, it's deep and cold snow.
I took a stroll through the town today. I passed so many people, homeless, living on the streets, sleeping on the streets, dying on the streets.
I didn't feel a thing.
Gone is my pity.
Gone is my sympathy.
Gone is my care.
Emotionless I passed them, leaving them to their deserving fate.
The ring digs deep into my finger, almost a part of me now. I realise the truth, I see my destiny ahead, as clear as the smoothest lake on the calmest day.
I am going now.
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