Sitting outside in shorts and no shoes. Sitting on the hard rocky cement.
It hurts.
The ground is so rough. Rather painful.
Hiding on the ground and in between cars so nobody can see me.
Don’t want to go inside.
Can’t shake these feelings that are buried beneath my skin.
Near crumbling to the core.
Anxiety surfacing but trying to keep it on the back burner.
It’s hard to resist all these feelings trying to crawl out my soul.
Why?
Why was I dealt these cards?
Should I run?
Should I just leave my things behind and just run?
But where would I go?
What would I do?
Homelessness is creeping slowly but surely.