I walk these streets covered in a blanket woven from the fibers of so many broken dreams. I made it myself. Underneath the blanket I am completely nude. Stark naked you can say. The blanket keeps me warm. It shields me from the pressures of the outside world. Some may think the blanket is soiled, but nay. It’s actually quite clean. You see, the blanket and I look out for one another, we protect each other and have a bond build on mutual respect and admiration. I love this blanket. Pray for me.
