No man's land

Hospital nearby.
Dead.
Walking through a slum area.
A vibrant area having its blend of struggles, laughter, and naked emotions.

Fresh bread baked at eleven pm.
Barber with grumpy clients.

Silence.
Noise.


Long straight lighted pavement.
A guy walking down the middle.

Gazing in an unassuming way.
Looking at life.
Seeing through two tin sheets at the world beyond.
Turns around to go back to the dead peace.