Washed Clean

The lights blinked on, one at a time, casting shadows on the already dark and eerie alley. I walked, shoulders hunched, hands stuffed into pockets of faded jeans, worn well past their prime. A dampness lingered in these streets that never seemed to disappear, always clinging with acrid fumes of sorrow, depression and death. IContinue reading “Washed Clean”

The Walk Of The Unknown

I walk the walk of the unknown. Silent and invisible, I tread across the land. Hat pulled down over my ears, hands thrust deep into pockets holed from use. Quietly, I move from place to place, landing only long enough to recoup, never entering the palisades of human life. Eating little, I rummage; for whatContinue reading “The Walk Of The Unknown”