Walter

Walter is a simple soul.
He sees the world very clearly.

He is a bit tarnished.

He is quite lovely.

Walter came into this world in a dusty place. A place where you sleep outside under the stars every night of your life. A place where you can hear the wind blowing through the trees. Where life tends to move at a slower pace.

Walter is not pretty. To me though, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Walter has character and depth of soul. You can see it in his eyes.

Walter is old. When I first met Walter, he fit in a box on my lap. I had not finished school, was unmarried, and had no children. I don't live with Walter. He has grown old in the place that I grew up.

Walter is lovely. His bones creak, he is skinny, his eyes have turned cloudy, and his teeth worn down.

Walter loves ham.