Every Stranger Deserves A Poem

"There is a birth of a new stranger every 4.4 minutes and a death of a familiar one every 9.1 minutes. Everyone here, in this city, is a stranger who has pockets full of unsaid poems-things strangers desire to say to feel connected, and crave to feel in order to be called human again- but instead, hold their tongue... Each secret held deep in our bones is like a thousand never-ending pages of unsaid stories, which create our life's narration- but no matter how disconnected we are, Love, Life, and Loss, are the three common heartstrings that connect us all. When one of these threads begin to fray, it can mean life or death. Follow Word Smith, an attractive young poet as he takes you along on his most life-changing day when he meets three strangers in New York City. Life, a free spirit struck by illness, is terrified to love another stranger in fear that it may be her last. Love, a workaholic, is unexpectedly hit by love on a Sunday train and now must answer one question, Does true love knock at the most difficult times to test the pure essence of itself? Loss is a young woman who misses her first love much more than she has ever loved him and wonders if life is even worth living. ...each and every one of us are craving to be connected to someone. Someone that will listen, and not speak. Someone who will speak just enough when the time is right, and make our hearts half full again. Someone who can help us feel alive...And then there is me. I am the kind of stranger who wants a good conversation even though the word good is subjective. I want to listen to how our lives intertwine. This city is cold, and heartless, and I crave something that can resurrect our hearts. ~Word