The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie…

she was coming home from a long day. as busy as her schedule was and as many people she came in contact with that tuesday, they only served as distractions, distractions that would help her get through another day. looking around, she noticed a teenager with streams of tears rolling off her cheeks. both of her glistening eyes glanced upwards, trying to push her tears back in, but no, they continued to overflow. i wonder how long it took to accumulate all those tears. for a moment, time stood still. she barely knew this teenager and yet, she seemed to completely understand and empathize with her. she had been searching for this feeling of relatedness and reciprocity for the longest time. and she finally found it – getting off the Q train.