What does being homeless feel like?




Is it a concept, a state of mind, or a physical state of being?

Why does society choose to step over the sick, or choose to drop change into an empty coffee cup?

Do we as survivors in this world hold a responsibility  for those who haven't been successful in providing for themselves?

How precious is the quality of the life we are living?

Some of us are homeless although we have a key and a lock, while others have no place to shower but encompass the warmness any good home can provide ( in the center of our chest.)

lock and key.

jobless

hopeless

covered in dreams

drenched in sweat

dying because of lack of prayer

hungry because of lack of food.

tired because of lack of strength.

We are all sand in the same hourglass, falling at different times,
but falling nonetheless

when will we see we all look at the world from one eye

we just determine how we interpret what we see.

its ok.. go ahead feed the birds.
Smell the roses.
Feed the homeless.
Feed the souless
They are one in the same.