Stories

I look at the faces of people I ride with sometimes and am curious about their stories. Happiness, sadness, love, loss.. all of these feelings and more are etched and burned into the canvas of their heads, mostly in the eyes.

There is a guy in a green trench coat and khaki pants who looks extremely dispondent and lost. He barely looks up, and the one time I noticed him do so, there was a depth to his expression that I felt like a heavy weight on my chest. I wonder who or what went wrong in his life to look so pained. I can't tell him that it gets better, because sometimes it just doesn't.

There is a girl who looks tired. The bags under her young eyes and slope to her shoulders makes me wonder if she is a young mother. She has a backpack, so my guess is that she is also a student, but those creases don't come from studying alone. No, those are earned from sleepless nights and late feedings. Makes me want to tell her to stop worrying about being something important someday, that she already is: a mom.

It is quite a scene right now. But this is all merely interpretation, And I am listening to a rather bummer of a playlist on my phone. Perhaps the soundtrack is bleeding into them.