This made me cry, literally.
Taking the train home late last night, a homeless man sat next to me. He smelled, and had no teeth. But when I say this man made me smile, smile from my heart. He rambled on and looked to everyone else on the train like a crazy man bothering a bunch of kids. he told us he had his music and I kept eye contact with him. I stared into the face of a man who to anyone else looked like he had nothing… and I envied him. I watched him sing, sing my favorite Beatles songs... while everyone else on the train closed their eyes or laughed at him... A part of me wished I could be that at peace with myself. And there was this man, this dirty homeless man, smiling a smile with no teeth... & I couldn’t help but smile back. I couldn’t help but share one of those tiny little moments where I felt like everything was going to be okay... I felt like every single thing we all think we have to be angry about, everything single feeling we’ve ever wanted to not feel... At that moment I could let go of them and listen to this old man on the 6 train at 3am, sing his life to me.”
About me
- ooweeitspreet !
- Everything written in this blog is explicit by the way being straight from the mind, transferred through words. I felt that people don't really know the other side of me. I'm not always the usual fun and games, I also get down to business with literature being one of my guilty pleasures. My opinions are blunt. I don't share my point of view too often, if you ask me politely though I'll surely answer you with ease. Truthfully, there's only a handful of people who I can actually sit down with and have a legitimate conversation with. No, not about mama drama junk, but the real life situations. Like, politics or what is up with the "whadupp" kinda stuff. I get down with the get down. I speak my mind. Get at me. Thank You.