Hopefully I can meet up with my mom somewhere down the road. Let her know I’m still safe.
Like, people with families are even on the streets nowadays. It wasn’t like that when I was 18.
There are days you really don’t even wanna get up. Really gets you down. But you just gotta fight through it, you know? Make the best of every day.
What is home:
What is home to me is where I lay my head at night. And where this rests (my backpack) is where I’m sleeping. And usually it’s by some railroad tracks — I’m not gonna lie. I hop freight trains all across America.
Homelessness in America:
I like being called cage-free. I’ve seen that painted under a bridge in Idaho.