the sad, sad, boy...
as i was returning home, from school, i saw a boy i'll never forget. Not because he was wearing red hot trousers and a pink shirt. Not because he was bathed in oil. No, its because he was crying. This guy, must have been about 18 and he was sitting on the steps of one of the small houses in Saddar. he was the saddest thing i've ever seen. Life continued around him. Not one person turned around to ask him what was wrong. No one even looked at him. Not even a glance. The busy, small lane was filled with people, noise, colour and there he was lost and crying. I felt so bad. I hate crowds because they sadden me, make me feel so tiny and invisible. But then i love crowds, because i can lose myself in them......
posted by asheyy @ 6:26 AM
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