Pulling Themselves Out

My father punctuated his work weeks with a demand for a "quiet House". My parents frequently used quiet as a tool for transitioning from work life to home life. Men tease me about my queries about their need for "quiet time" Having the concept of silence as part of my blueprint, has brought me to the realization that the homeless do not get a lot of quiet alone time to assemble their thoughts. Outside the homeless are confronted with the noises of buses, leaf blowers and heels of women's shoes..Inside may embody the sounds of brooms hitting dustpans, music from headphones and CHATTER If the people with professional security and knowledge of where their pillow is demand quiet to gain peace to take on the following day's challenges What about the people that need to pull themselves out of the biggest dark hole of their lives?

Daily Dirt

When I am washing the day's grime off my face, I wish I could, also, wash off some of the day's decisions

CHANGE!

Is everyone a critic? I walked out of Walgreen's to the sound of a man yelling, "CHANGE" ?! I am not sure why he was rattling a cup..

She Got it Bad

She got it bad. He would drop her and pick her up again like a toy. A domino effect of disrespect was set in motion. The woman treated me with less value whenever the off/on option of the man was switched to ON. When discussing her break-up with him, she explained how captured she was by him. "I could not believe I was with him...his mouth would move and I could not hear what he was saying..I would just stare at him" You know what is funny? for the amount of emotional investment she made she could only say one good thing about him.. He was good looking

"Mind your own Business"

A woman was asking for donations to ease her displacement from a shelter. She was executing her requests of the passengers waiting underground near the train tracks. A passenger reacted sternly: "you are not allowed to solicit down here" Displaced woman: "I did not know" The passenger departed. She returned with a transit cop. The cop informed the displaced woman of the rule A calm reaction was invoked from the displaced woman...saying to the passenger "Mind your own Business "

Blade of Grass

In the winter, my nose becomes as wet as a blade of grass after a morning dew

More Deprived then Satisfied

When a meal finishes, my emotions demand another meal. Anxiety builds with each concluding consumed bite. Many days, I fear that I will always feel more deprived then satisfied.