Recollection

(Time: somewhere between 2.10 to 17)

Knuckles hurt. Wonder if it was the weather or was it my hand being just too cold.
It was wet. Cold air condensed and sank. Streets surrounded by darkness.
I felt lonely, weak and vulnerable to intrusions.
I wished it could rain harder. Let the raindrops wash away the hurting, the shame, this insanity.
My feet drove me to a destination, but I was lost.
I had nowhere to run, to belong, to hide.
I knew nobody,
and no one knew me.