Toronto

During my walk in Toronto yesterday there was not a sound on the streets, just the beat of my own heart. As I looked around me, stunned by the amount of people sitting in the rain on the ground, shaking with the cold and hunger that they have to live with. Many people know these people as homeless but to me they are merely lost souls.

I may be pathetic, but I don't care. I may be too compassionate but don't you dare make fun.

As I walked past these 'homeless hobo's' tears were two seconds away from streaming down my face. I saw two homeless men: one in a business suit, lying on the ground with an umbrella over half of his body. he was curled up and all I could see was the bottom of his shoes and pant leg, and one sitting in the rain, shaking with a blanket over his dog, who sat beside him.

My heart broke every time I walked past one of these men. I cowered in my mind thinking I couldn't possibly do something for them because I was a young and these were men who could possibly hurt me. I ran away without questions.

By the end of the day I couldn't do it anymore.I couldn't pretend that I was alright with the pain that was going on in those streets, in the minds of those people...and even much the same, in the minds of the people who could walk past them without a worry for their safety, their hearts, or even their souls.

It's just sad...