

wanderT Cwander
Faded grey concrete walls tightly packed with the art of the streets Oil drenched laborers traipsing past, going home to their families and loved ones.
Me hair loosely drapes in my eyes shielding the world from me and me from the all too certain world.
I pulled my coat firmly around my chest as I fell myself slipping through the insulation myself slipping from between my tightly pursed lips. Sighing, deeply breathing, filling my lungs with warm, swirling gas. My sunglasses drag down, drooping fallin off ol mount nase.
As I wandered through