Even if I wasn’t ‘real’. Even if I didn’t ‘belong’. Even if I couldn’t ‘fit in’. It was still my home. It was the only place I’d ever known.
It was dark. It was dank. It was corrupt. It was crude. The people were harsh. Their words were biting. Yet, they were resilient. The place still lived on. Everyone and everything made do. Everyone found a spot, tiny though they may be, to live.
Some say it wasn’t ‘life’ they were living. It was simply surviving. Sometimes that’s all we can do. That’s all we need. One day at a time. Everyone just striving for tomorrow.
Everyone, but me.
Inspired by artist Guweiz’s ‘Sand‘ from Deviantart.
Melanie Noell Bernard 