Radiance
The sun crept through the alleyway, dusting the cracked and decrepit red brick wall with light. It was beautiful how it framed the decades old graffiti that had been left there. It was as if it were a piece of artwork hanging in a gallery show room, effortlessly portraying the lives of those who lived before me. I was grateful for sunny days. Most days were smog filled overcast and broken dreams; it was the sun that gave me hope. I lie there still, eyes squinted up at this urban galleria as the sun prowled its way into my eyes. A beam of light fell on my forehead forcing me awake. I flipped my body over on its side pressing my hands on the earth beneath me to lift my weighted body up. Beneath my dirt filled fingernails rustled layers of oversized black trash bags and old newspapers, My bed.
