jiuminghan

So there I was, standing next to a wall, overlooking the city, where I'm from and where I live near. I thought of all those people that go in and out of there, the ones that live there and the ones that struggle to live there. The city is a jungle. Look at the rest of the world. Not much of a difference there. It's live with hope or die with nothing to back you up in the first place. "Survival of the fittest." Call me Darwin. The sky was blue with white floating splotches, the clouds, moving slowly and peacefully up above my head, more like most of our heads. Except pilots and people who fly aircraft. Do those clouds even know where they're