PINK LEMONADE

Here I patiently sit on this train's cold seat. I'm surrounded by beautiful people who are misunderstood. I watch a lonely woman talk to herself. She converses about how she wanted to move to a place that was closely isolated by oceans, so that she could live as freely as the dolphins in the clear, blue water. Another person on the train made eye contact with me. He seemed to be around my age, but I wasn't attracted to him. I gave him a slight nod and a small grin. In return, he nodded and gestured at the seat next to me. I shook my head politely, and he bobbed his head in understanding. 3 minutes later, the guy receives a video call. He starts to do sign language, which indicated that he was in fact, deaf. I showed sympathy towards him, by saying I'm sorry in sign language. He replies, it's okay with his kind hands. How can hands be kind? I guess it depends on the person who possesses them. I could quickly recognize the kindness of the deaf man. I remember when I was young, and all I did was have my nose in a book. I had plenty of friends. Some of which weren't loyal or trustworthy, but they were still in my life. I eventually rid myself of those unloyal people, and became influenced by more respectful people who were there when I needed them, knew how to make me laugh, and always trusted me with anything. Unfortunately, humans do grow up and decide to spread out. I left all of my close friends behind, and decided to move to South Korea. Well...all except one was abandoned. One of my closest friends named Kallie joined me in South Korea after high school. Kallie is one of those people that listens instead of talking. She truly understands me. I miss our Celeste though. Celeste was our best friend who freely talked to us about her problems, and acknowledged our advice. She also understood me like no one else. She promised she'd visit Kallie and I next week. I've only been in South Korea with Kallie for three weeks now, but it's already starting to feel like home. You know....being on a train really compels me to contemplate everything. I don't know if it's the people around me trying to get where they need/want to be in life, or the fact that I'm simply by myself. The sound of the train stopping alerts me. I get up and exit the train, stepping into the brightest light ever. The radiant sun.