frobobo

I avoid eye contact and bump into his shoulder as I walk past. No good will come from even looking at this man, in fact, I know that if I turn around in ten seconds he’ll be already preying on the next lad, hoping for his meal ticket of the day. No good can come from such folk. I stop in place for a moment and consider exposing him...exposing the user for what he is and saving the next potential victim’s coinpurse...and begin to walk again. I can’t solve this, I run him out today he comes back tomorrow...I run him out for good, two more will take his place, will take advantage on the weak. I make my way towards the nearest tree and sit under it, whispers of a simpler life, a life where folk like that, like...like us, can’t hurt anymore. Where we freely give and don’t take and love that which sustains us. I rub the bark idly and dream of a sweeter tomorrow.