Only The Homeless Dreams 1.

My posts are just for me and somehow for you reading. It is personal but someone has to go through it.

Two months three months ago I graduated from the college, my house rent expired and I moved out peacefully before the landlord could execute his threats. Stupid Huh? Not that, but I have a thing with threats because my heart hates the magic that comes from it.

I have no friends, not a thing of surprise though but most persons never believed this. So, when I moved out, I wrote my To-do list...

1. Grab your guitar
2. Put a smile on your face
3. Pretend everything's okay
4. Take a notepad and pen
5. Write poetry
6. Don't forget the camera - your phone
7. Move into the streets
8. Sleep wherever night meets you
9. Smile again
10. Cry only this time

I am on the street, in the cold, in the mist and in the other stuff against the window post of my country's economy trying to figure out what my life is all about.
There is no god up there, so no one watches. Just the stars and the lovely harsh sun keeping company while I drag myself round the world.

The thing?

The television is misleading, it pictures homeless people most times as people with a lot of opportunities. This homeless guy falls in love with a rich girl who sees the potential in him and helps him out.
The homeless guy is the next big thing but I ain't never believed in such thing 'cos I never witnessed it.

Shaping the future?

No plans. Sit tight and write poetry while the world dances the way it likes...
So, from tomorrow, I'm going to share some poems inspired by this life.

*Oh my, is that the police?
Gone from here*

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