If I had enough money, I would support every traffic light business. I’d buy every bouquet of flowers he’s selling that day so that he may go home early for a change, spend some time with his family, spoil his kids instead of standing on his feet, burning in the heat only shaded by a faded cap.
My lady would tell me that I am naive in this way. It’s this naivety that makes me want to change the world – one cent, one sandwich, one smile, one fragment at a time. If you put enough fragments together, eventually it forms a whole
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