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woke up in the city today
around 10 AM i passed a homeless man begging on the street who was mentally retarded
and he appeared to be rotting
like his mouth, his gums and teeth, were decomposing
and he couldnt really talk- he was just making noises and holding up a cup stumbling around and up to people
people didnt look at him though
they were afraid or just numb to his suffering
they spoke louder not to hear him
they averted their eyes
it was like he was invisible
i saw him though.
i watched him while i was waiting for my light to pass
and i have thought about him ever since
i wondered if drugs were what did it
because if he was retarded, shouldnt his family have been taking care of him?
i wondered if he knew where he was
because he looked just as bewildered as i was as to what was happening
i wonder why he cant speak
where he gets his food
where he sleeps
what he does with the money people give him
he must have some emotions
he must have loved someone once, even if his mental capacity didnt quite allow him to do so in the same way that you do.
he really did appear to be rotting.
why wont someone help him?
isnt that the police's job? to help people? why isnt he in a shelter
why am i so naive to think that people in this world even care?
they dont. they dont see what they dont want to see
I try to see it. Because if you wont see the truth, then every desicion you make is skewed.
I watched a woman crying. She was obviously on a drug, probably a very heavy one, but i think she knew how dismal her life had become, aware of the scorn of us passerbys. she held a cardboard sign in front of her face and held her head and cried. she shook back and forth. if she had been in expensive clothes crying in a nice shopping mall, i doubt people would have stopped either. people detach themselves from ugliness. life is pretty fucking ugly most of the time, i guess.
thats what makes the beauty in life so special.
around 10 AM i passed a homeless man begging on the street who was mentally retarded
and he appeared to be rotting
like his mouth, his gums and teeth, were decomposing
and he couldnt really talk- he was just making noises and holding up a cup stumbling around and up to people
people didnt look at him though
they were afraid or just numb to his suffering
they spoke louder not to hear him
they averted their eyes
it was like he was invisible
i saw him though.
i watched him while i was waiting for my light to pass
and i have thought about him ever since
i wondered if drugs were what did it
because if he was retarded, shouldnt his family have been taking care of him?
i wondered if he knew where he was
because he looked just as bewildered as i was as to what was happening
i wonder why he cant speak
where he gets his food
where he sleeps
what he does with the money people give him
he must have some emotions
he must have loved someone once, even if his mental capacity didnt quite allow him to do so in the same way that you do.
he really did appear to be rotting.
why wont someone help him?
isnt that the police's job? to help people? why isnt he in a shelter
why am i so naive to think that people in this world even care?
they dont. they dont see what they dont want to see
I try to see it. Because if you wont see the truth, then every desicion you make is skewed.
I watched a woman crying. She was obviously on a drug, probably a very heavy one, but i think she knew how dismal her life had become, aware of the scorn of us passerbys. she held a cardboard sign in front of her face and held her head and cried. she shook back and forth. if she had been in expensive clothes crying in a nice shopping mall, i doubt people would have stopped either. people detach themselves from ugliness. life is pretty fucking ugly most of the time, i guess.
thats what makes the beauty in life so special.