Last Login: 10/25/2011 6:45 pm
We walk the dead ruins of our parent’s world. They watched the fire in the sky; we live in the after image.
We strive to survive in a world no longer fit for life, but yet we live. We have no family except for whom we claim. We are those who do not sleep safely at night, nor in the brightness of the day are we safe to walk the way our parents did. We are children of the streets; we are children of a dead world. We are children of streets.