conscience.

an old lady..


wearing a green rugged long sleeves, with her left hand embracing her tiny body and her right hand asking for alms. she sat patiently and pitifully in the side walk, shivering and losing her breath from the coldness of the rain. She shivers, her upper body moves back and fort and her eyes.
Her eyes speak a thousand sadness that no one could understand but rather everyone could feel.
She have lost it.


The saddest part


i can only stare at her.


i want to give my umbrella and remove my shirt for her. i want to by a blanket and give her the warmest kindness ever.

but i did not do anything.

i only walk


stare

and march on.