Descent to the Streets

I shuffled down the street, lost in the bewilderment that had become my life. I waved to the old men who pushed their shopping carts up the street and stopped to talk to the junkies who frequented this particular barrio, mostly young kids who'd fled their homes for this depressing, wild ride. I was never able to get comfortable with my circumstances. Others had camps, tents, and fire pits, but I found myself moving endlessly, walking and walking, as if slowing the pace might allow the wave of despair at my back to finally catch up and swallow me whole.