F Train ( Years Later)

  Tonight she’s on the F train. Surrounded by strangers. Tired faces and smells she wouldn’t be able to describe. Looking around at their faces she sees their story. The frustrations of everyday struggles and hustle, the rush to get to point Z from point A. I look around and I find my reflection staring back…


” I am the madness in storms,  in my madness I resurrect.”  Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me, unless stated otherwise.