I stay inside to keep myself healthy, but there is no sanctuary from the overbearing weariness in my neighborhood.
Every morning I sulk to the window in hopes of finding the familiar site of people living their lives — parents waving to their toddler’s departing yellow school bus, businessmen speeding off to a job that they’re already late to, children reluctantly holding their mom’s hand in fear of their friends seeing them — but every morning I’m greeted by nothing but the sun bleached, lifeless asphalt.
