Never Alone

Vincent van Gogh, The Starry Night (June 1889)

The Museum of Modern Art, New York

Classes, books, the usual ridiculously large quantity of homework...

White dress, light tan, friends, conversations, stealing fruit salad, sharing holiday stories, laughing, dance rehearsing...

Just an ordinary Monday.

And then, like a plane crash, it happens.

Often words don't heal. Empty streets at night do. But when you realize you're looking for something you will never find, you start feeling like a child lost in the crowd, a child that needs someone's hand, that needs to be taken back home...

You're lucky if you can find that hand.

You're lucky if you are the part of someone's life.