8:138) Sarah Neyaz 14-FEB-98 16:21

As i see people pass me by in the shopping mall. I stop As i stare into the eyes of an old woman, resembling a rotten prune, the wrinkles on her pale face so deep, each one has a story to tell. Her eyes, so magical. I look into those crystals, i can see the images of her life,the secrets never told, the hands never held, scars never healed, bruises by someone she never knew, the anger held back inside. She strolls away in her wheelchair, passing me by with a smile.