On the Subway

On the subway today a small blond child was weeping from the raw depths of her soul, screaming, "No, Mommy, no! I just wanna go home and read my book".
This touched me so I knelt beside her, smiled with kindness at her weary mother, and took her angel's face in my hands,
"Dear Child, " I said, "You are not alone in this, we hear you. We all want to go home and read our books. Savor this moment in your youth, Little One, for when you grow to be an adult you will still feel the pitch black seething pain of wanting to just go home and read your fucking book but society will have deprived you of the sweet cathartic release of tears.
Instead, you will bottle your pain and let it fester deep inside you until it takes seed and grows into a twisted monster of despair that gnashes its razor teeth against your heart silently screaming, endlessly rending your joy away from you like a mollusk pulled from its shell. 
But take comfort, Darling Darling Girl, for beyond that awaits the soft velvety embrace of Death. These arms will someday open for us all and we will return to our eternal home and read the infinite book of the endless void.  So. Please. Shut the fuck up because I'm tired and I have a hangover".