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rooting around the garbage can, an empty soda can in his hands, mumbling under breath, and i wonder who he is, who he was, who he could have been. is he alone in this world ? does he have family a spouse, a child, a sister, a brother? why is he here, at 330 am, sifting through someone's trash, yelling at empty roads? blow he never recovered from? barrage of calamities, razing his spirit one event at a time? whose failure is this: his, or ours. mine. in another universe, i imagine he’s a professor, teaching about public health. in another universe, i imagine he’s surrounded by the warmth of friends, family, not the cold of concrete. in another universe, i imagine he is anywhere but here, right now, in a world that gives enough of a **** and works well enough he’s caught before he slips through the net, before he drowns. but he isn’t he’s here, right now, wading through the filth of apathy and fending off imaginary foes. he looks up at me, and shame turns my head, guilt keeps it there, and i wonder: could he ever be me?
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
the filth of apathy
rooting around the garbage can, an empty soda can in his hands, mumbling under breath, and i wonder who he is, who he was, who he could have been. is he alone in this world ? does he have family a spouse, a child, a sister, a brother? why is he here, at 330 am, sifting through someone's trash, yelling at empty roads? blow he never recovered from? barrage of calamities, razing his spirit one event at a time? whose failure is this: his, or ours. mine. in another universe, i imagine he’s a professor, teaching about public health. in another universe, i imagine he’s surrounded by the warmth of friends, family, not the cold of concrete. in another universe, i imagine he is anywhere but here, right now, in a world that gives enough of a **** and works well enough he’s caught before he slips through the net, before he drowns. but he isn’t he’s here, right now, wading through the filth of apathy and fending off imaginary foes. he looks up at me, and shame turns my head, guilt keeps it there, and i wonder: could he ever be me?
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ayesha_roleyes
20/F/WA
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
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