Busy lives and busy streets; a traffic jam that’s not supposed to be.

When the train stopped in the midst of the railways, a man and a woman looked at each other. There they were, two different people breathing the same air, caught up in a moment that’s not supposed to happen. Or maybe it was supposed to happen—no one really knows.

He caught her eye and she caught his, too. For a brief moment, it seemed as if they could say hello, or ask how the other is doing. But they had nothing to say to each other.

There are so many moments like this. Moments when you think you can open your mouth and say something and yet, nothing comes out. Moments when you could offer help, or ask for help, and yet you have no idea how. Moments when you can make a friend, and you choose not to.

No one knows what others think; no one knows how others feel. Everything is superficial; the world has lost its depth.

The train started to move. He looked at her once more. She looked back for a few seconds then went back to staring at the world outside.

The moment has passed; more moments will pass.

They had nothing to say to each other—-even if they could have.