I’m So Happy

 I walk the streets now most of the time. I’ve been living here for almost a month now and the concrete floor makes for a perfect bed for my abnormal back. It’s beautiful in this city, I’d never thought some place like this would be so ideal. It rains almost everyday and its always grey. It helps me think. Sometimes I think that I think too much, but what can I do? There is nothing else for me to do while i sit under overpasses staring into nothing for most of the time. The other half I’m trying to scrounge change from passerby’s. They mainly ignore someone like me. I’m one of the lost children, forgotten, and discarded. I am a failed youth. The drugs here are good though, I think I will die in this city.