Hambre

I already ate and I'm still hungry. It is felt in the stomach and it is felt in the chest. An emptiness, a chill from continuing to stand on this corner all night. I close my eyes and imagine myself in bed, listening to a bedtime story, safe with someone to take care of me, with my family.

I open my eyes and I'm still here, in another corner, but in the end it looks like the previous one. Unknown people give me money, but it is not for me, do they know that?

Others have fun with me, but I don't enjoy it. I feel alone. So what is mine? Hunger, fatigue, sadness, hope. I don't know how to get out of here.

“God's children are not for sale.”