Every time I seclude myself away from the internet, I find a broken people. I find a father searching night and day for any job—even if it means clearing away the vast, crumbling ruins—just to provide some food for his young children. I find stray dogs that might find scraps on the road one day, only to go hungry for thirty more. I find an injured mother and wounded children.
I find hopes and dreams, drugged and displaced, sleeping on the roadside.
- my #writing
Joy
