Situation

Alone, in my little world, the city outside, cold, severe.
32 years after the smile captured by a camera in another continent, another life altogether. The eyes still clear with the inocence of a life ahead. Short lived would be that smile as would the innocence. Hells, heavens, nirvanas and reinventions later, stoic in the face of a future devoid of much mystery and magic. Through all the isms and all the chemistry offered by the interceding 3 decades, I sit here, a survivor of a social war and personal rage, wondering the next step.