Alone by Kaze

Alone  by Kaze

I had walked over to where he was sitting several times to offer him socks or snacks. “No, thanks. I’m good,” he said.

I walked past him to take some 2X large t-shirts to another man who had his clothes stolen during the night. As I passed him, he said “I like being alone.”

I smile and say “I do too. It gives me time to think without a lot of clutter.”

“Exactly,” he says with a grin. “You are the first person who understands that. “Thanks for doing what you are doing,” he says. “Too many people want to change us or give us advice on everything but survival.”

“Got you,” I said and waved goodbye. He waves goodbye and continues to sit in