| she sat across the isle in the noisy # 7 subway train. crowded... as usual. i got on at grand central station. just when i was ready to lean against the door when the train took off, i noticed her hair. it's like black seaweed... in the deep socean where the sun would never reach; as the subway door opened, cold bitter wind had waved her hair just like how seeweeds should move when hurrican hits the ocean....but yet it looked so silky.. it shined with the illumating light from the subway station as the train left the tunnel and reached the first above ground station... she had a book on her lap... english for beginner as it read. big almond eyes.. half closed with long eye shadows.. paying all the attentions on her book while she wrotes on another notebook. her hands were white holding an hello kitty pen.. those figers were like young onions what just grew out from the soil. there were no nail polishes.. just plain well cut nails. those hands looked so cold as the door opened again.. cold winds rushed into the train and everyone's breathe turn into smoke. she told me that she arrived nyc around 1 years ago.. took the plane with faked ids and passport.. almost got cought while boarding another plane that was heading the u.s.in japan. she had this childish smiles when she was talking to me. eye lids blinks and those almonds looked like they were made out of crystals and water. very sweet and soft voice.. i felt very embarrassed as all these asian men (chinese? perhaps?) were all looking at me as she spoke to me... wait.. embarrassed or prouded? as i was the lucky one who sat next to her when seats were available after woodside station and she accidentally felt asleep on my shoulder? and then she spoke to me with perfect mandarin. we headed different directions after she looked at me and said good bye when we got out from the subway.. a clear sky.. stars skattered all over in contrast with the neon lights and headlights on the noisy main street.. as i looked up from Q27 bus station. there were people that you met, yet never left any mark in your heart...and there were those who just imprinted themselves in our mind. |
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