The Impact of a Stranger
If we cannot meet again
what is the purpose?
questioning others' actions
while we hang ourselves
quite automatically
almost mindlessly
and very intuitively
In comparison....
Looking up occasionally
to a blank expression
of what we're worth
then lowering our heads
to the mind's memory
of what we've become
only to forget why
we even begun to intertwine.
two minds cannot stay apart
for too long, wretched be the act
of picking at that forgotten scar
wasting the time we have.
grasp, don't judge
because you won't have time
to question
yourself
let alone the stranger
who has already left your thoughts
and this place.
what is the purpose?
questioning others' actions
while we hang ourselves
quite automatically
almost mindlessly
and very intuitively
In comparison....
Looking up occasionally
to a blank expression
of what we're worth
then lowering our heads
to the mind's memory
of what we've become
only to forget why
we even begun to intertwine.
two minds cannot stay apart
for too long, wretched be the act
of picking at that forgotten scar
wasting the time we have.
grasp, don't judge
because you won't have time
to question
yourself
let alone the stranger
who has already left your thoughts
and this place.
4 Comments:
julie! i am sooo delighted you blogged again, because you have a lot of valuable advice the world needs to hear. there are some lines in here i really like; especially: "lowering our heads
to the mind's memory
of what we've become" and
"wretched be the act
of picking at that forgotten scar
wasting the time we have" ... please keep writing. i love connecting with you this way. and can i ask what the inspiration was behind this blog? love em.
by the way, are you living in summerland now? it's so cool you ride on a scooter too! i love the feeling of the wind in my hair :) i'm not good at driving it tho :( love ya!
It was inspired by experiences at bandcamp..some people I never bothered to talk to and when i did it surprised me how much I'm missing by not interacting with them....but it's basically about how we have no expectation to meet a stranger again..so we don't, for example, remember their name...yet we care SO much about what they think of us...and that brushing by a stranger is so quick, it's no wonder we stay strangers to those around us..
and no i don't live in summerland yet...living at my dads in millwoods, but i love the scooter but I'm afraid of traffic so i stay on the sidewalks lol
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