consumed.

twenty six \\ peaceful.

some people call him a hobo.

oh. wait. jared. some people call jared a hobo. i forgot to mention who. anyway, why do they call him a hobo? because no one ever sees him go home. i doubt he has a job. he's usually sitting on the street with a bandana tied around his head, sipping on a slushie of some sort. i was always scared of him when i was little because i had to walk by him to get to school, but i realized if he wanted to hurt me, he would have already.

so one day, i asked him what his name was. he smiled and said very quietly that his name was jared. i've really grown to like jared. i don't see him as much as i used to. but he's still there on the corner, watching people walk by and smiling at them. i don't know why. i don't know what his purpose is. i don't know what he thinks he's helping. but i don't ask. i don't have a reason to.

he is at peace. jared, that is. jared is peaceful.