The day was marred when the water fell to earth. The leaves were crying and tears turn. My foot slipped on the wet pavement clumsy, pending my eyes fall upon them. Around the corner I saw him. My feet brushed hers when confronted with body lying on the sidewalk, just wet cardboard and protected by an ancient moth-eaten coat. His eyes, cloudy as the sky that covered us, they made the effort to focus his eyes on my clothes, my body, me. As if recognizing me forward, as if accustomed to disappointment. He returned to lay his head on the floor and closed his eyes. My feet moved accelerating pace, quickly leaving that corner my mind could not forget.
all have our way of escaping, to lose, to sympathize with ourselves. Still living intensely every moment in this world. Even leaving that time for us to live responsible, cyclically, surely as autumn as the leaves that weep his fall, they fall because they cry, they cry because time goes by, oblivious.
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