Despite this cruel world, or perhaps because it is cruel, new stories are created everyday. Even though I fear people, am forever fascinated by them. There is a mystery to every person, a puzzle to be solved to explain every action. Thousands of Aesop’s Fables in every life. Love, hate, sadness, am addicted to each emotion always trying to feel more. Each story a fascinating look into the mind of another, each mind its own universe that will never fully be understood.
I saw a couple riding the bus with a very old and sickly looking dog. Their tired eyes begged for sleep. The dog sat on a blanket in the middle of the aisle. Dirty clothes and tired eyes told a tale that I could not even begin to express. Despite the fact that I did not have the courage to say a word to them the scene was implanted into my mind. Each passenger gave them their space as they tried to get a little sleep with heads against the window. I gave the dog a pat on the head before I left them.