Somewhere In Brooklyn

8 - October 30

You are such a lovely angel.

I saw you earlier, giving your sandwich—your bag of donuts was peeking out of your backpack—to the man who was sleeping at the street before going down to the subway. I thought of catching up to you, maybe introduce myself. But I just stayed behind.

You are an angel. I hope you know that. You can be someone's salvation.

My salvation.

But don't they say that the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons? All the hardest, coldest people were once soft as water and that's the tragedy of life.

I hope you won't be like that. I hope you won't be like me—all detached and hopeless.