last week i had a dream that i was crossing the street
i was downtown by my house, and a homeless man wouldnt let me by
my little one was in my arms, and i had tears running down my cheeks.

when i finally got home i found dozens of homeless people on my porch. they had gotten out all my paintings on canvas and painted what they wanted over them.
my paintings
i shooed them away and began scrubbing the new paint off the canvas...in hopes to get back what was once there.
i never got it back.