Passers-by
As I roam those ancient streets thousands of faces speak to me thousands of eyes reflect what is hidden deep into their hearts and souls even the stones underneath the sole of my feet utter the stories of those passers by their dreams, wishes, sorrows, aspirations, longings... I see those faces and I observe how similar we all are... Experiencing the same events but yet in different ways... that broken heart over the unreachable love, or the loss of a loved one... that smile drawn on your face for getting that job you always dreamed of... that sparkle in your eyes when sharing your passion with someone else... those tears you dropped over countless disappointments... that joy the moment you asked someone to marry you... that excitement every time your foot steps a new place... that ecstasy when you hold your child between your arms... that moment when you realize that everything is coming to an end... How could we be so similar yet so different... How could there be a place for hatred...