The sun hugged and kissed me, told me its time to rise, and though I woke with physical pains, I was feeling rather happy inside. I wish I could sleep a little longer but from the sun's warm kisses I could not hide.
My stomach ached from the emptiness inside, but like a contagious yawn, my wide smile shun bright. Unsure of what the day has to offer, I keep a positive mind, after all, there must be a reason why I'm still alive.
I might not have a roof to call my own, but in my thinking, this whole world is my own. Like a nomad I roam, calling everywhere my home, my daily search for food, and somewhere to rid the smell from my skin and my clothes.
I ask of those more fortunate than myself, as they go about their complicated lives, I see some looking stressed to the core, I wonder how much harder could they have it, than the hardship I've known. Sometimes I strip them with my eyes, and get dressed in their clothes, to see what it would be like, to wear garments without holes.
Sympathy fills my eyes for all their heads that hang low, while I find reason to raise mine, the simplest of things makes my eyes glow. I give thanks for each day I make it through alive, finding food and trying to survive, if only they could see, how much more they have to be thankful for, they'd be even more happy than I'd ever be.
Some say I'm mad, confused at why I'm smiling each day, why to face another day I feel glad, but if being sane means having so much and only complaining about more, then I wanna be insane forever, I sleep better even though its on the floor.
By P. Peddie
November19, 2014.
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