I SAW A MAN WALKING.

I ALMOST CRIED.

IT WAS BLISTERING COLD OUTSIDE.

RIGID SHIVERS IN THE FRIGID AIR.

UNFORGIVING IN SOLITUDE.

HE WALKED.

STUMBLING.

HAGGARDLY.

FORWARD.

THE CRUELTY OF LIFE. THE DESPAIR OF MAN.  THE LIFE FORGOTTEN, TIME AT HAND.  EMPTY HANDED, EMPTY SPIRITED, RAGGED CLOTHING AND SOLEMN DESPERATION. HE WALKED.  SUMMER, WINTER, FALL, WINTER…TRANSITIONS AND TRANSFORMATIONS.  A CONSTANT THROUGH TIME, SEASONS, HABITUAL DESPAIR AND SOLITUDE.

I CRIED INSIDE FOR THE LOST HOPES, DREAMS, TRAGEDIES AND CIRCUMSTANCE.

PAIN, CRUELTY, RIDICULE, OBSCURITY OF LIFE.

MY INADEQUACIES, WEAKNESS, COMFORT, EASE, FAILURE.

I AM THE MAN.

I WALK.

OUR FAILURES, OUR WEAKNESS, OUR OBSCURITY.

OUR DESTINY, OUR FUTURE, OUR PAST.

WE SHARE.

I CRY INSIDE FOR OUR LOST DREAMS.

HIS PAIN IS MINE,

I WALK IN HIS SHOES.

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