Strangerhood

a place in between

here or there

no reasons here to make me stay

i meet strangers

confusions and curiosity embracing their mind like white matter

they tell me the stories of their own strangerhood

i feel immersed in their stories

forget that i author one on my ow

forget to step down

let them take as many steps

my mind finds thrill in the adventure that is new

thrives on unheard linkages

sometimes i wonder if it is possible to study such a thing

then i remember, maybe this is too

a phase

one

unlike the other

i listen the piano tingling

lingering the rhythm of my thoughts

encouraging me to slowness in an entity of empty everythingness

hi stranger

i've never sit at that table before

if you are coming from far

but too far

please take a seat

before you there is a scrapbook

she harmonizes

so i was in my refractory period

before it fired up once more

she sits next to me

started asking all sorts of questions

but she was looking for a validation

validation of the pull she felt

and then she couldn't hold back

opened up as she blossomed

she was strong like the chords of a violin

and she told me

the story of her strength

and then there i was

a new day looking for a souvenir

she was a strong woman

an entrepreneur

a mother even of a troubled troubled girl

i listened as i grieved in her hope

i hope now they both are feeling better

and there was this analyst

a human decoder

i promised her i would return

somehow i couldn't

and life went on

an oxymoron

but she was one of the dark ones

life opened her early, eyes

i remember looking around

searching a different meaning below each surface

a unique ornament

reasons that she would choose to hide

in a wink

i've built my own puzzle

a haunting house

i let it haunt me as I floated o its mystery

it was raining a lot that day

and i was once again a stranger

in those streets I walked down a thousand times