I’m Standing On The Subway
Zoning out, when on walks this skyscraper tall, marvelous, must-be-a;model blonde. She has narrow features and a relaxed pleasant attitude - so is giving off an air of happy, calm, contentment.
And I can’t stop staring! She’s dressed like a cross between and edgier Burberry ad, and Versace runway. Her hair is loose and naturally rumpled, she is wearing no makeup, she is an Amazon goddess of beauty and composure.
Can I please have one ounce of your poise?
She is so fantastic, and stunning, and full of light, and smiling at me.
And all I can think is;
“Please let me photograph you!”
As she walks off the train I realize, she’s transgender.
And now all I can think is:
“PLEASE LET ME PHOTOGRAPH YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING!”
I want to be friends with someone who gives that much light to a random strange girl who is openly staring at her flawless grace.