Find Me

Watching her hold her cigarette, I couldn’t stop from saying: “As a French poet once said, some people smoke to put nicotine in their veins, others to put a cloud between them and others.”

Is it that you don’t like people, or that you just grow tired of them

I can’t stand being by myself yet I can’t wait to be alone. Look at me. I am alone here on a train, happy to be with my book, away from a man I won’t ever love, but I would much rather talk to a stranger. No offense, I hope.”