spit

I can imagine the apocalypse. I've been dreaming about it for years, and I know I'm not the only one. There's always a wind, sometimes ripping up the grass, sometimes separating people, sometimes separating houses. Sometimes there is a post-world. Once with little color and many sketchy people. Everyday seems like we're diving deeper into the dungheap. A ten year old got shot in front of safeway, for no reason at all. People aren't just mugging for drugs, people are mugging to feed their fucking families, even buy christmas presents. It seems like money is becoming more and more scarce, or perhaps just circulating through the system faster. Where does it all go? It's hard to keep track of life. I feel like I did when I didn't have a home. I feel like the roof over my head is the last thing holding me together. I can't afford good food, I can't afford nice clothes, but I can afford a roof. It may not keep me warm all the time but at least it keeps me dry.