Somewhere. Right now.

So.

Somewhere right now, a girl is crying because a boy just broke up with her. Maybe she’s in seventh grade and he passed her a final note and the next time she sees him it’s with the most popular girl in class. Or maybe she’s in her thirties and getting desperate because of that mommy clock and he began to get claustrophobic because both of them knew he wasn’t The One.

It’s happening somewhere. Right now.

Right now, someone out there is very scared because he knows he’s about to be found out.

Maybe it’s because he wet his bed for the fourth time during his nap and his mother hates it when he does that so he shoves the sheets to the back of the closet hoping really hard that they’ll disappear.

Or maybe it’s this one guy downtown who owes money to someone who does not like to wait. He’d bet it on the game last night and lost it all. He has no backup now and he’s cowering almost now, waiting – for the guy – or to fight if he has to. Just waiting.

Right now, someone is finding out she’s pregnant for the first time. Right now someone just booked a flight out of obligation. Right now there’s someone out there who feels very, very alone.

Maybe it’s the girl drinking at home because she thinks it’ll make her appear cool, and as she ages she is hanging on desperately to that ‘edge’ that she always strived for and sometimes believed she had.

Maybe it’s the guy who just told his girlfriend that he needed “time” and some “space” to figure things out, but he knows those are only platitudes used to postpone the inevitable – knowing he’s going to break her heart and maybe a little of his own too.

There’s someone sitting at home tonight, typing into their computer, keeping an online journal that no one knows about. Maybe she’s crafted an image that she perfected a long time ago and now she almost believes that this person she’s pretended to be really IS her. Almost.

Someone old died today in a way that was not controversial at all. He will not be mentioned on the news tonight. But his family grieves. They feel like someone’s reached into their chest and grabbed their heart, punched it. Punched them. And all those tears. What do you do with all those tears?.

Maybe someone is getting proposed to. Maybe a twelve-year-old girl is on her bed, making a collage of celebrities she thinks are SO cute! Ashton, Orlando, Usher! with glue and phrases cut out of magazines like ElleGirl. She’ll decorate the wall near her bed.

Or someone could be playing the saxophone on stage for the first time, sweat on his brow, nervous, but playing very, very well..

Or someone could be thinking about killing herself. Though no one around her would know it from her bright and sassy way. She was larger than life but it seems that she decided life should be larger than her. She left notes. She got a gun. And she let her partner find her that way.