The streets don’t lie.

They hum at midnight, buzz under flickering lights, and breathe stories most folks walk right past.

Out here, halos are bent and halos are broken — but they still shine.

I’ve met the saints with scars and the sinners with hearts of gold. I’ve seen truth in the ashtray light of a bar, redemption in the rain, and grace hiding behind a cracked smile.

These are their faces — the honest, the lost, the laughing, the waiting.

No staged perfection. No filters for comfort.

Just real souls…
caught between salvation and sin,
and me, standing in the middle — chasing both

~Dok