life.

there's a part in my book 

where two people from completely different places

different backgrounds, different skin, different eyes, different pain

find themselves collapsed on the floor together.

and there on the same level 

they are just people. 

living.

barely breathing with their heads just above the water.

both broken in different ways.

sitting there silently 

they both wonder why things are the way they are.

not out of self pity 

but compassion, they share the same contemplative thought about life.

you see. its life that they both have in common. 

[have i mentioned that i love the book i'm reading.]