Self.

Self.

I was walking along on dead grass
Speeding through sharpened razor blades
Pushing through an endless tunnel of stainless steel
Crushed by cement walls
I pushed, shoved, lifted, grappled 
Anything to prove I was strong, all to do nothing but fall

I fell on freshly cut grass
Greener than my side of course
Hung off the trees
Ran my fingertips through each and every excessively grown flower
Danced in the leaves forgotten by the trees, and ignored by the pedestrian
Lied in the rain listened to the drip drop one two three
Tanned in the snow laying next to the birds and the bees

This sudden change of scenery was perfection

I was walking along the beach
But their were bottles that were broken
I tried to view the sunset but the clouds were seeping in
I crouched down to touch the sand; and I blew
And through my hand the wind and the sand, twisting, intertwining
I close my eyes

Pulled by the force of gravity
Shaken by the movement of the earth
I fell back onto harsh reality

I walk on the razor blades
My feet are cut.

I was walking along on dead grass
Speeding through sharpened razor blades
Pushing through an endless tunnel of stainless steel
Crushed by cement walls
I pushed, shoved, lifted, grappled
Anything to prove I was strong, all to do nothing but fall

I fell on freshly cut grass
Greener than my side of course
Hung off the trees
Ran my fingertips through each and every excessively grown flower
Danced in the leaves forgotten by the trees, and ignored by the pedestrian
Lied in the rain listened to the drip drop one two three
Tanned in the snow laying next to the birds and the bees

This sudden change of scenery was perfection

I was walking along the beach
But their were bottles that were broken
I tried to view the sunset but the clouds were seeping in
I crouched down to touch the sand; and I blew
And through my hand the wind and the sand, twisting, intertwining
I close my eyes

Pulled by the force of gravity
Shaken by the movement of the earth
I fell back onto harsh reality

I walk on the razor blades
My feet are cut.

(Source: weheartit.com)

I’ve known this guy for years, and so has everyone that goes to Union pretty often. This guy must know hundreds of people without realizing it. Constantly holding up his sign “free hugs”, and I’ve seen him give just that, and a smile to people. I’m assuming he’s been struggling for a while now, years actually. He’s looking for a job at the moment, or so he says. I don’t know this mans story, but I know he’s done enough just by keeping himself alive after all these years walking around NYC giving out millions of free hugs. 

(He was nice enough to allow me to take his picture.)

I’ve known this guy for years, and so has everyone that goes to Union pretty often. This guy must know hundreds of people without realizing it. Constantly holding up his sign “free hugs”, and I’ve seen him give just that, and a smile to people. I’m assuming he’s been struggling for a while now, years actually. He’s looking for a job at the moment, or so he says. I don’t know this mans story, but I know he’s done enough just by keeping himself alive after all these years walking around NYC giving out millions of free hugs.

(He was nice enough to allow me to take his picture.)