The only reason why I like the train is because even though the ride is short I still get to look everybody and see how people wear their problems. Some have scowls on their face, others are nonchalant. Not caring too much, just hoping that the train won’t break down and that they aren’t late for work. It’s interesting really, just wondering what people are thinking.
What if that guy in the Yankees cap mother just died?
What if that lady with fake mink coat just lost her job?
What if that little girl with the red colored bang has an STI?
What if that guy with dirty Nike’s is plotting his next murder?
What if that lady with the thick rimmed glasses just won the lottery?
What if that kid with the baggy gray hoodie just got a 4 year scholarship to one of the best colleges in the world?
When you live in a place where there are so many people, so many faces, personalities and souls you just never know. For all I know, they could be looking at me and wondering the same thing.