Hoboken Train Station InteractiveBook Project
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It is strange how a certain feel of the air, the smell of the sights, the aroma of a day awakening can change everything in your life. Walking the corridors before the rush of franctic commuters make their way in, I feel a sense of importance, a hope for tomorrow. I can almost imagine what it would have been like to walk in the shoes of someone just like me fifty years ago, a hundred years ago. To see this place as it was then, to dream of a future filled with possibilities and to respect the history that it offers. I can almost imagine what it would be like to walk in the shoes of someone just like me fifty years from now, a hundred years from now. To reflect of those who came before me and move forward to things that lay ahead. There is a new generation emerging and I am caught in the middle. How wonderful to see it unfolding.-Marisol Abuin, 28

"Where I am People's voices make hollow sounds
Just be quiet
They'll go away
Open up your eyes
Don't let your mind tell the story here
Open up your eyes" -Tonic, Courtney Nogash, 18

She has been sitting in the train station for quite some time - half collecting her thoghts of the previous week and half deciding her destination. She closes her eyes slowly, attempting to shut out the pains of reality. Some one she loves very deeply has hurt her in way that there is no way to forget. You can always forgive someone, it's the way human hearts work. But you can never truely forget, and it is this reason that she is now leaving. She remembers the love that is still somewhat existant, but knows that it is time for her to move on. She is scared and nervous, but she realizes her inner strength and moves on with the knowledge that she can prevail.-Kim Eicherly, 18

If wishes came true, I'd be with you. But now you're gone, and I'm on my own. Now I am utterly alone. You came and filled the hole in my heart. Why can't we be lovers and not apart. All of my hopes are lost and fading away. But I'll keep searching after today. So, please let's forget the past, and we'll try to make things last. I want to be with you, because I know our love is true. So, if you come back and see, you'll realize that we were meant to be.-Wendy Richards, 18

My name is Gertrude Anne Mc Gillicuddy. It has been exactly one year since the tragic accident which seperated me from my husband and children. Poor Johnny Jr. was only a meer 3 years old when it happened. Sweet little Annabell was 10, my dear dear husband, ooh God its so hard to go on. I just had to run to the grocery for some tomatos, they always loved my homemade tomato sauce, who would have known this would happen? Now I am here alone, I make dinner for myself, and my Annabell's cat,Felix, I can't help but wonder, how was Felix able to escape? It makes absolutely no sence! The doors and the windows were locked! there was no way anyone could have survived, OOh what a tragedy. I never thought twice about leaving the rag on the stove, I should have known, but I didn't, honestly! Annabell couldn't have managed the fire by herself, and little John was just too young to know what was going on. That husband of mine if he wasn't so drunk al the time he could have helped them. My babys were there by themselves. If I had known this would happen I would have never have left them with that man. I wish it could have been me instead of my poor inocent children. They had a long life ahead of them and in a matter of minutes thier precious little lives were taken away from me... forever.-Amy Gapski, 18

When i close my eyes
I shut out the day,
Pain and emptiness far away
My dreams are here
and still alive
But only when I close my eyes.- Jo Pope, 38

Did you ever have one of those moments?
I mean a perfect moment of clarity?
where everything you were thinking about
all the hate, and anger and frustration
dissappeared and life actually started to make sence?
and as soon as it flowed through your head
it was gone again
but you still revel in the notion
That it is all going to be okay-Jenn Lane

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