After almost an hour of aimlessly walking on the snow-covered streets of Toronto while thinking of giving up my life here, I suddenly feel an uncontrollable urge to cry out. I stop walking and raise my head, screaming at the top of my lungs about all the frustrations pent up since I immigrated to Canada six years ago: “I’m really tired of starting over. No matter what I do, it gets wiped out. I want to leave something meaningful behind.”
passing by each other
then disappearing...
footprints in new snow
August, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
passing by each other
then disappearing...
footprints in new snow
August, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
