Wheat

It’s facile to turn your back on the turmoil to walk away from the disarray forego the risks of reaching out into the morass to hands that might be holding deadly daggers Separating the wheat from the chaff can be a challenge the stalkers and gawkers from the sincere merely searching for a kindred soul with whom to share their dreams that drive them on for one more day and another after that though they’ve known nothing but darkness the hopes they desperately hold onto as they shiver in an icy sea of melancholy This screen my window to the world in all its ugliness and glory my only means of sharing my story My wallet empty and my prospects few these paltry words all I have to offer you