The man looks towards the gray sky.
Reaching his hand out towards…
Money, connection, hope, help?
But all he grasps is
The nothingness…
And as he holds it tightly
it starts to squirm…
The man looks towards the gray sky.
Reaching his hand out towards…
Money, connection, hope, help?
But all he grasps is
The nothingness…
And as he holds it tightly
it starts to squirm…