So am in my tattered apparel, drenched to the bones. People are of course rejoicing, cos it is the first rain of the year. Why are they happy? Am thinking. Are they not humans, they sure have their problems why are they so optimistic? Why has this kind of feeling eluded me? Can't they share their newly found happiness with me? Am I so hard to love, what have I done to be this hated? Can't they realize am not supposed to live like this? Don't they know I have dreams to fulfill too? why on earth do they pass me by chuckling, laughing and all? At least few notes given to me will do. Just for me to pass the day. It was not entirely my fault too just in case you have started judging me in your usual manner. The individual who claimed loved me did this. These revered men with their expensive toga do claim God created us all now. where is he now when I need him? I am now sleepy. I have nowhere to lay my head. I am so scared of the wild ones....
Life is beautiful, and so is writing