My lungs are pushing through the earth as I breathe heavily on the concrete. No one is around on this type of night, I should know I have been homeless for nearly 10 years. Tonight is a particularly bad night because I don’t have a blanket and it does not help when I can feel the snowflakes dropping on me, making me numb. Tomorrow night I think I will go back to Edwidson St as people hand out blankets and give me hot soup. All I have left is you and a broken pen I found on the road.