On My Way. 

It does not matter where I am going. It doesn’t matter how he got there. A wealthy city, full of advancement…and full of fools pursuing a gold rush in the age of tech and high; and yet, they  are on their way every morning pursuing their dreams. But this man on the street…he is not. How he could even dream when he can’t even sleep like a human being?

I am on my way to my daily life. He is lying down, his face on the concrete, his bed…the sidewalk.

-Lupita Peimbert