i feel like i used to have a spark. Some thing that was mine and mine alone that grew inside me and built me up.


i don't think i have it anymore.


today while walking in the city i saw a black old man with brilliantly white hair and beard, a cap, and amputated legs in an electric wheelchair with a white middle aged woman riding on the platform on the back. it was oddly heartwarming, until she cursed at a driver turning right who was paying no attention to them as they zoomed across the street.