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A Thousand Words

A picture really is worth a thousands words. There is so much detail to a picture, and always a story behind it.
I plan to write about that detail and story within a photo I have taken. Maybe not so much in a thousand words but...well...you get the picture!

Loneliness
He stands waiting for the same train that he waits for everyday. Crowds of people surround him. A light shines down on him and picks him out from the crowd; or even excludes him. As he stands waiting he sighs. A sigh of loneliness. The light in the subway was not the first time he felt excluded from a crowd, he feels excluded from the world everyday. He see faces thousands of them on a daily basis, but that’s all they ever are; faces. Faces of supervisors. Faces of colleagues. Faces of clients. Faces of people in the street. Just faces, nothing more. This makes his heart ache but he knows he can handle it as this is what he chooses. But as he sighs he pictures the face of a woman that was always more than a face. He begins to remember moments from the past. Like the way the sun use to shine down on her and fetch a glow to her skin. The way her hair use to dance in the wind. The way rain used to roll of her lips as they went to embrace. Then he remember the face of the doctor as he shook his head. She was only person who’s face he wish he could see again more than any other, and it was torn from his life like a photo from a book. No one can compare, and this is why he excludes himself from the world. As without her he has no world. As the train approaches, the subway echoes from the noise of its deadly engine. He clenches his fists and tightens his jaw and steps forward. The train screeches to a halt. The crowd all rush together. The doors open and the crowd pushes their way in. He is still standing on the yellow line and sighs again. He says to himself “One day at a time, one breath a at time. You can get through this” He steps on the train and it drives away. The subway is now empty, the sound of the train disappears in the background, it is almost peaceful. But tomorrow this subway will be filled again with the same faces; his face and the same decision will have to made all over again. I just hope he keeps making the same one.

Loneliness

He stands waiting for the same train that he waits for everyday. Crowds of people surround him. A light shines down on him and picks him out from the crowd; or even excludes him. As he stands waiting he sighs. A sigh of loneliness. The light in the subway was not the first time he felt excluded from a crowd, he feels excluded from the world everyday. He see faces thousands of them on a daily basis, but that’s all they ever are; faces. Faces of supervisors. Faces of colleagues. Faces of clients. Faces of people in the street. Just faces, nothing more. This makes his heart ache but he knows he can handle it as this is what he chooses. But as he sighs he pictures the face of a woman that was always more than a face. He begins to remember moments from the past. Like the way the sun use to shine down on her and fetch a glow to her skin. The way her hair use to dance in the wind. The way rain used to roll of her lips as they went to embrace. Then he remember the face of the doctor as he shook his head. She was only person who’s face he wish he could see again more than any other, and it was torn from his life like a photo from a book. No one can compare, and this is why he excludes himself from the world. As without her he has no world. As the train approaches, the subway echoes from the noise of its deadly engine. He clenches his fists and tightens his jaw and steps forward. The train screeches to a halt. The crowd all rush together. The doors open and the crowd pushes their way in. He is still standing on the yellow line and sighs again. He says to himself “One day at a time, one breath a at time. You can get through this” He steps on the train and it drives away. The subway is now empty, the sound of the train disappears in the background, it is almost peaceful. But tomorrow this subway will be filled again with the same faces; his face and the same decision will have to made all over again. I just hope he keeps making the same one.

link 3 21/04/2011 — 2 years ago