StopDropRoll
Bluelighter
Through my rainwashed window I see a child playing in the murky puddles that have gathered during the days rain. Innocent, not broken down by the world's powerful fist of cynicism. I, however, am hopelessly caught in its blood soaked fingers, never to be pulled free from its clutches.
Looking at the reflection of myself in the window, I notice the wrinkles beginning to form from a life without joy or love. This child has a chance to make it, to not be torn apart by the world he was brought into. I turn away and think to myself....I hope he is wearing a raincoat.
Looking at the reflection of myself in the window, I notice the wrinkles beginning to form from a life without joy or love. This child has a chance to make it, to not be torn apart by the world he was brought into. I turn away and think to myself....I hope he is wearing a raincoat.
