All that I own is in a plastic garbage bag. I walk in the cold until I can find a place to sleep. Trash cans are often where I find my next meal. I find it hard to keep track of the day. I see joyful people going about their business. Shopping and having a good time. While I just blend into the background, unnoticed and left behind. I never wanted it to be like this, I once was like everyone else. I just lost my way and now I wander the streets, homeless for the holidays again.