Sunday, June 14, 2009, 4:37 PM
This is so sad, yet so "sweet".
Tonight I was at Artomatic. On the metro ride home, there was a girl - quite beautiful - with dyed hair and heavy eye makeup but not enough to cover up that something was the matter. She was eying her wrists then looking around. I wish I knew her story. I wish I could help. So on a card I wrote
Dear Friend, Though this is cliche, it has helped me to think the night is darkest just before the dawn.
As she was getting off the metro she dropped a little PRIDE flag and as I picked it up, handed it to her and said, "I think you dropped something." I handed her the card.
i am going to carry an empty post card with me from now on, just in case i see someone in need of exactly what you did.
-Kristina from Germany
I ride the trains every day (in Germany), and now I will be hoping to meet you in the Bahn.
I'll also have a postcard with me, and maybe someday, we can trade postcards.