The INsignificant Man ON the PRT Line

Running my numb fingers through the thorns of the flowerless plant
while under the cold dispensation of the subzero climate .....I stood
like a beanpole unbalanced with negligent equilibrium and shaky like a
sagged electric powerline......I was freezing .......bloodfilled and
yet I felt bloodless....patiently waiting and anticipating help in a
form of shelter and habour.....I thought of the faceless man under the
PRT Line from beechurst to Evansdale......how feeble he appeared even
while it snowed. The roads have offered him shelter because he
appeared blind and invisible to WVU and its residual
community.........."they say he was a former tutor who ran
crazy"....Mentally challenged I guessed

On a snow-dredged jacket that can barely convert trapped air to warm
heat, exposing every quarters of his dorsal body part for the never
ceasing stonecold wind to disciple.........he barely moved....enduring
all scourging pains from the climate......I watched him while the
fixed whatever happened to our broken PRT......I could tell he was
ashamed of his society.......he refused to stare at the passing
vehicles and individual while the birds and tree could without
restrain. All through he looked at the woods like an Italian artist
interacting with the half-dead leaves, stones, and trees that listened
intensely to his never ending story ............I Felt sympathy and
considered offering him money but that wouldn't help .....all he
needs is love.

Expecting the yet to come help, knowing how autumn wind and summer
breeze
feels and supposedly praying for someone to offer him
help ......feebly letting time intervene.
Everyday is the same scenario the only thing that changes is the
weather.......holding an unstructured umbrella fighting to overcome
the hard rains that reminds him of his Appalachian state West
Virginia.........he has become a personified man ....a living figure
of speech.....a man whose no longer regarded a subject but an
object .........an existential object that appear invisible to human
and visible to trees and plant.

Watching him lace his boot under the windy weather, then staring at my
right hand I realized all my fingers weren't equal ..............I
searched every reason to forget that man's condition.....and I found
none ....
I can only offer monetary help to my capability and
prayers ...........should the rumor be true .....that he really was a
former at WVU ........ I will forever be disgusted with WVU.....
I will keep watching him......till he puts his pearl under the ground
and have a befitting rest