National Coalition for Homeless Veterans

: Jemal Y

Perhaps the window to my soul closed a long time ago. perhaps, I have been dreaming a long time, and now I am awake. Perhaps what I thought to be my world, my life was nothing more than a string of moments and memories put together so I can say I lived. Perhaps I am the homeless man on the right, fantasizing I am the writer on this post. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Those 7 letters have become ingrained in me, telling me nothing, give me no direction just a vague vision of what is to come, but perhaps that’s all an illusion.

I sit like that man, looking down half asleep, hoping, wishing, prayer for perhaps a better day, life or illusion or perhaps not.

I do not know where I want to be. I do know where I shall be. I just know that perhaps it will all work out

Perhaps