Here I stand
In a room full of faces
In awe of the fact that behind every face there is a story
And as I ponder that I realize
That I am in a room filled with stories
No two stories are quite a like
But many share the same elements
How many of them end up with a broken heart?
Or a shattered soul?
How many hopes and dreams fulfilled?
How many hold regrets?
How many do we wish to be rewritten?
How many are being written out for us?
Secrets
Betrayal
Hope
Love
The things that come with being human
I may not know your story
And you may not know mine
But maybe were not that different after all