Their eyes, somehow cavernous, blinked frequently - as if pleading. It was desperation there. Urgency too. Sometimes they'd just toss the substance on the glass, once a rich yellow of luxurious splendor, now tarnished grey or brown by the squalid environs they inhabited. They needed to trade it, so they could trade some more. Who knows where they slept? Somewhere you wouldn't. It'd put them in some heavy-limbed half sleep after that initial euphoric rush. Those first few seconds made it all worth it.
I can't decide. Conflicted all the time. There are fleeting moments of rage for their self indulgence and inconsideration. Most of the time it's pity.
Here goes:
- Roy Arthur
- Santa Rosa, California, United States
- This is meant to serve primarily as a record of thought and prioritization. I write sometimes, and usually leave the words here. Of what I write, some I like, most I don't, but I feel these records may be of some use to others or my future self. Many of the photographs posted are courtesy of my wonderful friends. Thanks for taking the time to read. Also, feedback is encouraged - positive or not.
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