Nowhere Else To Linger

Ow 😢 I've known that guy. I don't want that to be you. I remember being out all day and into the night but having the shelter to sleep in. I was glad I had that. They had to turn away so many people. They screened them too, to see if they would actively try to find a place to live while there. They gave everyone a caseworker. Who didn't do much. I was lucky I had the mental health aspect to my homelessness because there's more avenues that open up in that case for help, just by nature of adding on another category. 7 months dealing with evil women. I remember the feeling of being out there, resting, while people walked in and out of stores, the lights coming up like this at night. And so cold; frozen hands. I wore open toed sandals when it snowed for a while. Things hit hard when you're all alone among other people. Wouldn't wish it on anyone but my worst enemies. (I change that phrase because I don't mind evil people feeling pain) So you've captured a familiar moment here for me