Why are you crying?

I was alone.

Or at least it felt that way.

Tears streamed down my cheeks

Onto the script I had been working on.

Deep down, I knew something like this was going to happen.

But I had tried to convince myself it wouldn't.

"People never change." I thought to myself,

"No matter how many chances you give them, they never change. There is no humanity left in the mankind."

A little boy walked up,

He was probably about 3 years old.

I knew not who he was, or from whence he came, just a sense of direction.

I tried to look away, and not make direct eye contact, in fear the child would see me crying.

He looked at me, right in the eyes.

I expected him to walk away

Or get scared, But he didn't.

Instead, he came up and hugged me.

Then looked up at me and said,

"Why are you crying?"

I started crying even harder,

But this time for a different reason.

Children have a certain innocence

That gives hope to my heart

When it feels ever so empty.