#strangers
frolicking in Venice beach yesterday when a stranger stopped me and goes “woah, I thought you were a friend of mine from the 60’s.”
<3 <3
I love the unknown,loving intentions between strangers. I love strangers.. strangers who connect with you~ a strange kind of love.
Isn’t it funny
how you once were the first person
I turned to
and now we are strangers
not even greeting each other anymore
“These Strangers, in a foreign World,
Protection asked of me—
Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven
Be found a Refugee—“
“These Strangers, in a foreign World,” The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson — ed. Thomas H. Johnson
She never thought they would become strangers. How did two people who grew up together become strangers? They learned to play together, to roller-skate together, and to spend endless nights together running around. She guesses part of the reason she hates running is that it reminds her of him. It reminds her of the sleepless nights spent running around, playing hide and seek. It reminds her of the unfinished monopoly matches and, it sucks because she can’t do anything about it. After all, it’s too late. Thus it all crumbled, and she just stood there obliviously watching the fire burn it while wondering about the reason for the ashes.