This place, cold damp and *****. The places I have been and stayed.  Call it running away, I call it a second chance.  Sometimes 2 snacks a day, sometimes a warm vent.... No light after dusk, no voices left.  Taken in once a week. Charge my phone, get some new clothes and my journey continues. Out the door and through the trees, across creeks and cities... That is the life in a sack.