We all must have walked past him, paying no heed, remembering nothing of him. He's invisible to us.
From the looks of it, he probably had been walking around the whole of evening finding me or someone else. For a second i stopped, his eyes pierced right through me and i felt a sudden urge to walk away, run away. Return him back to the invisible world. But the vision wont go...
I felt trapped, the only way to move away was to give away and hence i did.
Maybe this is what makes us human. The "power" to give is often surpassed by the "need" to give away.
Maybe The philanthropist is the needy one except he's poor in the currency that feeds the soul.
