Its a dangerous thing to do, to make homes out of people.
The unsinkable ships sink too, and all that was there, is consumed by the oceans.
I'm still here,
in the middle of the street, homeless and abandoned, Nowhere to call home,
No one to be close to.
The pain strikes on my tongue and the words shiver and die.
The darkness seems brighter than the light, there's sun above my head, but all I see is dusk at all times.
I pause, I stop and I freeze there, in the middle of the street, homeless and abandoned.
- s.a.










