Perfect strangers

I try not to think about all the people I see around me, but somehow I always end up doing exactly that. 

Every person that passes me by, for a moment, becomes a part of my world. 

Maybe I forget about them when I lose sight of their body, but in that one short breath when our beings lived of the same air, they were a part of me and I loved them with my whole being just because they existed.

It fascinates me how a stranger can linger in my mind, sometimes for days. 

If I could, I would curl up next to them on the sidewalk and listen to their stories of hope and desperation.

Sometimes I enjoy living in my head, there are such depths I can immerse myself in and just forget who I was and be who I truly am. 

Safely wrapped in fear, dissolving my own universe into tiny fractions. 

Most of the time I wish I could share it.

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

I linger in thoughts of those I've seen as I've walked through my day
When tucked secure in bed, I wonder how they rest

I don't wish to stay in a dreamy state .. I prefer the real world
Even if I am alone ..

Take care .. follow your dreams .. and Love .. J.

[DrD]

I doubt that you recognize the way these words embrace the most noble parts of us and forces us to wish we could be more than we are. An excellent work, Ivana

[Ina Waltz]

Thank you, friend. I appreciate it.

[Tree]

An amazing piece of insight. I've found myself thinking in these ways also.

[Ina Waltz]

Thank you. Glad to hear that I'm not the only one.

[Emrick]

i like the theme.its nice.but i think if you write this as an article or a short story it will be amazing.its just an opinion,hope i didnt piss you off.

[Ina Waltz]

Thank you for your suggestion. I was thinking about it, actually. I'm waiting for some inspiration. I respect all opinions; of course you haven't "pissed me off". Any criticism is welcome!