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1love1God1way -> the train (10/7/2008 3:32:24 AM)
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i was on the train the other day. and i saw an older woman sitting there.
and she talked to herself the whole trip.
i don’t know if it was outloud, or if she was just mouthing things, i was too far away, but she was clearly talking.
most people would just think. . . wow, she must be a nut. but I became intrigued.
i watched her facial expressions. . . sometimes in deep pondering, sometimes smiling and laughing to herself, other times looking concerned. and i just wondered. . . what was she talking about? and i began to play it out in my head what it would be.
i imagined that she was there, narrating her life as she rode the train. or, recalling some event, some time in her life. almost like in a movie. she spoke the events, where in her mind must have danced the vivid memories of someone, something, somewhere. . as i saw her mouthing words, i wondered what conversations she was recalling, what faces she was thinking of, what questions she was left with after that crazy old lady talking to herself on a train became one of the most interesting and unique people i’ve ever watched, at least in my own mind.
most people would look at her and see a lady deserving to be locked up. . . i saw a lady with a lifetime of stories and memories, of love and pain, fears and hopes, joys and broken dreams. .. i’ll never know what is truth about her, but i think i’ll continue to write her story in my head, and remember her fondly.
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