Hello

the tight-knit group of individuals knit together by lifestyle and common goals, or lack thereof--they shout out the worst of words as if saying "hello" or "goodbye," and not a bird under the sky objects to the vulgarity of letting those words be freely spoken on the sidewalk of a street.

I put the words into a tight knit family based on morals and smiles, far from insanity, and immediately eyes flinch, shoulders rise, face shrinks like a turtle retreating bitterly in its shell, guarding itself from the hell spoken language that was only saying hello.

I understand this as my fingers withstand this bitter cold, the chill alone begs to freeze my bones, and warmth calls me back to my home. here i'd be safe to flinch or shudder or walk away eying down my prey; but instead, I sit and say "hello."