Elucidating Questions

What?

You got my attention

Now, what?

I don’t feel like writing anything

Do you want me to share how I’m on the most dangerous road in the city?

How I had to seperate from my walker for a while and it was terrifying?

It’s just a bunch of people suffering here

Emergency vehicles coming in and out

Angry yelling

Hungry people

Hurting people

Crows

Why did the sirens rush in earlier I wonder?

Like the sound was carried by the blood rushing through my ears

This is one of those places I feel like I should be doing something

These people deserve peace

Living in the war that is street living

I feel well off in comparison

The disparity

I wish I had something to feed the crows

And the people

And you can call me a hypocrite but I believe they deserve grace, these people, while being thoroughly terrified of some of them

They deserve better

But I am not equipped to handle what society has turned them into

You can laugh, but I’m too overly sensitive to handle the rough edges of the street

Some con will tell me to house them then

If I had a house, I would

I wish I had more power than this

Can it all really not matter?