Writing to you from JFK

I have a four hour layover in JFK airport. I have been thoroughly enjoying people watching the past couple of hours. I have seen an assortment of designer jeans, a group of guys pass through in all black with mohawks walking with an extreme style(maybe they were a band?), backpackers, unique couples, people who look exhausted, little children lurching away from their parents, oh the busy businessman is popular here, couples who have most likely aged together their whole lives, cage-fighters from Bulgaria and a vast variety of scarves. I love seeing how different we all are; how unique and beautiful we all are. It's something we cannot deny as people on this earth, how different we all are but in some ways vastly similar wether or not the world leaders at the time seem to agree on this. We all yearn for love, a love much greater than we can ever achieve on this Earth. 

My friend Robin gave me a book of poems for my trip, and I absolutely love it. The first poem I read was that of Emily Dickinson: 

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot as if the chart were given.

This one is also lovely:

To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, Not a dead one, Or a stuffed one, But a living one, Who with irresistible force urges us towards more loving.

-Vincent Van Gogh

These poems are both so beautiful to me.