I've managed to escape the hellish crevice of my home, now I'm roaming languidly around finding peace and tranquility (that of which lack within me). Or so I thought as I wondered aimlessly down the road, I stumbled upon a park to which many homeless call home. Walking by your typical stoners and snot-nosed brats, I sat down on a half broken bench. Shocked at the sight of this poor maintenance I, I look up to what was a beautiful 3-tone sky and that to my surprise I've finally found it. I've found the tranquility I ever so lacked, there it was for about ten minutes before the sky blacked. The summer has brought this. The season I dread the most had bestowed upon me my bliss.

Now I find myself gazing at the full moon in between palm trees and an electricity tower. It's so eccentric but it continues being interrupted by random strangers asking for the time, for the ****** hour.

mere crumbs
to offer
not a decent
feed
take the crumbs
elsewhere
as they'll
be received
more graciously