Homeward Bound

Behind the lines of his cracked face lies a journey of a struggle his days of juggling copper and sleepless nights on concrete floors. His skin rains under the orange noon and as the crowds pass by his eyes sing a wasted song. The tattered material the stench of his body the turmoil of his emptiness and the remaining days that follow. He drowns his sorrows in an immaculate sea as he floats nearby the crystal sand with his catatonic expression. The dark butterfly has flown away and the crowds pass by without notice they can finally smell the lotus air since the beautiful stench has gone.