Saturday
Kathryn is living at my place. Sometimes when she sleeps or wakes up I glance at her and think about how two people can be so close yet so distant. Though she can present me with a glance upon her perception of the world, i will never be able to grasp all her fears and joys and the intensity of her emotions. When she is sleeping she looks like she is dancing, as if she was doing ballet in her dreams. I think she is. I can only watch and assume. It reminds me of the long metro rides I undergo when I observe the people and imagine their thoughts and fears and pains. I just wish I could soothe them, wash their souls and fears and free them from their suffering. Maybe that says more about my own pain than it does about theirs.
