Hello, I can hear your hurt. Who are you?

My dad's office smells like dust and old books. The room is quite dimly lit, but the harsh glare from my laptop screen more than makes up for that and adds to the slight headache that was caused by the bright flood lights in the New Horizon main tent. It is a cold, quiet night. Everything is peaceful.

And yet, somewhere out there, someone is crying themselves to sleep. The pain is too much for them to bear.

Somewhere out there, someone is having a great night out. But inwardly they hurt so much. And they can't tell anyone.

Somewhere out there, someone is having their first kiss. The perfect end to their first date. But that's not the way they wanted it to happen.

Somewhere out there, someone has decided that it's not worth it anymore. Nobody cares enough. That's it.


And somehow, we're all connected. And somehow, I can feel their suffering. And for some reason, my heart aches for these people. People I will never know or meet. People that I'm connected to for a brief moment in time. And then it's gone.

And I want to make it all better. I want to fix it. I want it to go away and never bother them again. I want things to be ok. I want for them to not hurt anymore.

But I don't even know who they are...



And there is nothing I can do but pray. And it kills me because I'll never know who they are or if everything turned out ok.

All I can do is pray. But maybe that's the best thing to do anyway.