Strangerhood

a place in betweenhere or thereno reasons here to make me stay

i meet strangersconfusions and curiosity embracing their mind like white matterthey tell me the stories of their own strangerhood

i feel immersed in their storiesforget that i author one on my ow forget to step down let them take as many stepsmy mind finds thrill in the adventure that is newthrives on unheard linkages

sometimes i wonder if it is possible to study such a thingthen i remember, maybe this is too

a phaseoneunlike the otheri listen the piano tingling lingering the rhythm of my thoughts encouraging me to slowness in an entity of empty everythingness

hi strangeri've never sit at that table beforeif you are coming from farbut too farplease take a seatbefore you there is a scrapbookshe harmonizes

so i was in my refractory periodbefore it fired up once moreshe sits next to mestarted asking all sorts of questions

but she was looking for a validation validation of the pull she feltand then she couldn't hold backopened up as she blossomed she was strong like the chords of a violin and she told methe story of her strength

and then there i wasa new day looking for a souvenirshe was a strong womanan entrepreneur a mother even of a troubled troubled girl i listened as i grieved in her hopei hope now they both are feeling better

and there was this analysta human decoderi promised her i would return

somehow i couldn'tand life went onan oxymoron but she was one of the dark oneslife opened her early, eyes

i remember looking aroundsearching a different meaning below each surfacea unique ornament reasons that she would choose to hidein a wink i've built my own puzzlea haunting house i let it haunt me as I floated o its mysteryit was raining a lot that day

and i was once again a strangerin those streets I walked down a thousand times