life.

penniless. broken. he trudges alongside the wrotting steal of a railway. scenes flash before his eyes, like projections once rich with color but now faded with the wear and tear of being visited daily. he lives in the past for he has no future. he has no will. no purpose. he once believed in himself. he once believed in humanity. until that fateful day. it started off so normal. alarm rings. shower, on. shower, off. he performed the monotonous tasks that the morning calls for. groomed himself, dressed himself, fed himself. and then the phone rang. he just about wet himself it scared him so badly. with a look of confusion slowly turning into anger he dragged himself to the phone. MOM. shit. so much for a normal day. his fingers begrudgingly hit the little green phone. the room is thrust into silence. -hello? his mothers voice hesitantly breaks the silence. slowly and with venom dripping from his every word -what. do. you. want.?  exactly three minutes after he picked up the phone he slammed it back down into its cradle. he had lost everything. he hadnt spoken to his mom in 10 years and the one time she has the audacity to call is to inform him that he is alone. b.i.t.c.h. ((10 years ago he had come out of the closet. his father cut him off. and his mother refused to acknowledge that he existed. his sister was the only one who still talked to him but in the last year she started going down a path filled with hallucinations, pills, and re-hab. he did everything he could to help her. she became distant.)) after ten years of silence, his beloved mother decides to tell him that he is an illegitmate child...and. that his beautiful little sister has passed away due the incurable disease, AIDS. she was pregnant. no matter how much he begged his mom, she refused to tell him when and where the funeral would be. she said that he would be a disgrace to the memory of his sister. he sank to the floor. face soaked with salty tears. he hadnt cried since the day his parents forced him out of their lives. he sat there for hours. engrossed in the memories of his beloved. by the time he had come out of his reverie, everything had been destroyed. his home had been set ablaze and his accounts emptied. he picked himself up from among the ashes and began to walk. he walked until his feet bled. and he has continued walking.