A
Very Seasoned Life....
22
Seasons … 22 Winter and Holiday Seasons
of
Life.... Living on the streets
Entering
into the Holiday and Winter Season of 2021. And the starts
of
my 22ndWinter and Holiday Season OUTSIDE, living on the
streets.
Forced
to live in the raw brutality of being outside 24/7 from the turn
of
the Century continues and the History being erased along the way.
Twenty-Two
Seasons living in and through the Shadow Box of Life, of
Humanity.
Seasoned and Simmered Season after endless season....
of Dashed Hopes, Empty Promises...living in the ruins of Society.
This
is supposed to be the most Festive and greatest time of the year....
but
living and breathing the streets for so long, I feel no excitement
about
the Winter and Holiday Season currently underway.
Another
Holiday Season that is Subdued... The Excitement
not
lifting the air with the electric pulse as it used to and is once
again
muted because of the Manufactured Pandemic and Forced Covid
Injections,
along with the never-ending “Variants” while aggressively pushing
“Boosters”
forcefully and continuing imposed restrictions; must receive
all
the injections in order to be allowed into Life.... anywhere
and for everything. To
do anything, to go anywhere;
Dining, movies, events
(Concerts, Fair, Clubs, Parties, Gyms,
Gatherings of any kind),
Any place and every place
where people are...
we are forced to get the
Covid Injections, then required to
show Proof of Injections,
Everywhere. I Refuse.
Life was already limited
on the streets, now completely OFF LIMITS
for even the barest
essentials. No longer allowed to live, in any
regard. Life has become
unsustainable, unlivable, untenable.
It has become a stew of
Hate and Contempt, that is Unforgiving,
Harsh and every word and
action has to be fake, inauthentic...
and Politically Correct.
Leaving the Festive
Holiday air Deflated and Muted. The
Vibrancy removed, the
Festive feel no longer there.
But
Holidays are just days, like all the rest.
Spent
exactly like all the rest;
alone, outside.
The only thing about the
Season that affects me, is the weather
and Life, or the remains
of what had once been a life.
When your life is cast
off to the wayside like trash and debris,
and the Services that are
supposed to be there, are non-existent,
Hope Shrivels and the
lights Dim.... While the Echoes of Humanity
diminish further into the Peripheral abyss.
Holidays, Seasons,
Birthday.... No matter the day, or time of year,
it
all feels the same, regardless. But on the Holidays, finding open,
available restrooms to
use and cleanup in become more of a
challenge, as well as
finding food to eat when most, if not all
places are CLOSED.
Hardships remain, no
matter the time of year. And being outside
24/7, makes those much
more pronounced. Survival becomes
your Default mode, every
moment of day and all throughout the night.
Being on high alert and
not being able to let your guard down.
Life is different when
it's lived Outside. Having to take everything
into account; Weather,
Safety, Food, Shelter, what is open,
what is closed, restroom
access and availability; plus, so much
more that consumes life
in every regard.
Holidays just make that
harder to complete.
The Devastating Toll
living on the streets has on your body, your life,
your health and
spirit.... is incomprehensible. It leaves scars that will
never heal, like
permanent stains that cannot be removed.
Twenty-two Holiday Seasons, twenty-two Winter Seasons...
that
is how long I have been on the streets and counting.
With
untold more to follow in its wake. That is how long I have
been
forced to live, or rather merely exist behind the fumes
of
Humanity, on the streets, outside 24/7, without a home.
Family
Traditions, visiting friends and family, food, conversation....
None
of that holds when your life is on the streets. It becomes a
Tradition
of ONE, no visitations (aside from Law Enforcement),
there
are no friends or family or warmth... no food (Not in the
traditional
sense of what Holiday Food includes...), and
conversations are usually one-sided. Mine, I share with my
notebook
and pen, and the many of Nature's Beautiful
furry
and feathered friends She brings my way.
But
life on the streets has its own nuances.
You
are surrounded in Surround Sound, every
moment,
of Nature's Chorus.
22
Seasons of having my Hopes lifted, then crushed and Deflated... time
and
again. 22 Seasons of living on the edge of Life, in the truest sense.
22
Seasons of being Deserted, Discarded and Forgotten about. 22 Seasons
of
unanswered
prayers. 22 Seasons of the Unforgiving elements and the hard,
cold
ground forever awaiting my presence to resume in the space.
22
Seasons removed from my life.... Taken from me. Time that
I
was denied Living in a real, substantial capacity.
Life,
my life, shredded into unrecognizable shards, where
threads
and particles are all that is left, where there once had
been
a living, feeling human being. Now, nothing more than the
sum
of what was left behind, taken by force, stolen, ruined and
destroyed.
A life in tatters, from the continual
storms
of the brutality of life.
Twenty-two
Seasons of Living on the Streets.
Seasons
of DECADES of Life without a Home.
Holidays
2021
