Subway stories
I do ‘people-watching’. I pretend I don’t look. But I do. I check out your outfit, your shoes, your bags, your nails. You sit next to me and you read your kindle or your newspaper – and I read too. I’m cool about it.
Sometimes I see people in nice business attire, looking like they got the success and the game. Then I look in their eyes and I see a tear or something else. It’s hard to describe but is as real as a tear running down the cheek would be.
I wonder why that pain. I wonder what happened, why you sad? Did someone break your heart?
Or I see couples holding hands but with a distance between them. A distance that we all know eventually will break up the love that once were. Why break each others heart?
Or, a overweight girl sitting in her skin tight leggings and her fake eyelashes going some places to just ‘to have fun’ but I see her, there in the light and I know she already settled for less. Girl, you know they’re heartbreakers.
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And once in a while I notice a guy sitting across from me, looking at me and I wonder what he’s thinking ….
NYC subways truly offer some of the best people watching. EVER.
Would make for an excellent book…could be your next project?;-)