ENTRY#2 LIKE A BEGGAR

I'm sitting here again. A pale face that grew paler every second. My trembling hands tremble each minute that pass. My stomach empty. I cried in agony as a deep searing pain swallows me. There is nothing to eat in this place. There is no water aside from the sweat forming on my forehead.

I don't know how I managed to survive with all these emptiness. Sometimes, I've been tempted to eat dirt.

I know this now. This is what those street children feel. No one to offer their hand as they stumble down the road due to hunger. No one to offer them food as they cry. No one to offer them clean water aside from themselves, aside from the tears they wept. If they scream, they'll be judged by those cold, resentful eyes of being so weak.

Yes. The world has lots of resources. And the world isn't going to share those resources with these empty hands begging for help.