snowgod

Crossroads My steps echo softly up from the dull grey pavement as it slowly slides away beneath my feet, the cracks and stains standing out as if an artist had painted them upon a canvas.  A pebble flees away from the toe of my shoe and bounces along ahead of me to the gutter, a gutter filled with dirt, garbage, and the memories of a better time. The sky is bleak no sunshine, no bright rays of  warmth to light the way.  Strangers brushing against my hunched shoulders, shoulders curled in as if to protect my soul from the bitter world outside. How did it come to this, how did I end up in such a horridly depressing place? How have I managed t