The Stranger.

The photographer and its subject froze in time when we metObserving the strangers of their nature Conflicting at times They stepped away to see the truthOnly to capture the persona once more

We grow into ourselves the artist saysEverything we haveAll we need is within We wake up next to strangers Meet ourselves the next daySaying good morning to a version of usThat until then, we never met

It’s crazy come to think of itThe adventures let us peel We strip in front of the mirror each time A scarier, more vulnerable version of usAs we share the glares Telling ourselves we’re unafraid

We keep walking the streetsRiding the subwayClothes resemble leftovers The Friday night We are screaming everything that has happened So is everyone around usThat’s why no one raises their headEveryone, within themselves, carries the darkness Into the first light and we wake up in the office

Focus, that inside voice saysThat was then, this is nowWhatever will be, will beWhatever was, was and wereThen there it is the good morning messageOf the should-have been until now forgotten

Ah wait, you have feelings now?The affection was a little too much Caressed your insecurities Tell me dear, did you blossomDid suddenly all the rejections fade away?Every yes became a distractionYou avoided your own truth every step of the way Kissing the hands of your destroyer in Stockholm

It’s nice, isn’t it?To settle. Knowing a new direction to your insecurities Hoping they disappear overnightMaking hard decisions Putting a ring on your bruisesThe bruises feel the salty water a little too late

Don’t you see?You’re the preyConfrontations should hold your prayers during the dayYet you run away all too fastTo a careless stranger nonetheless

You close your eyes and seek the cure in physical pleasuresThen discover their interests lie in feeling your darknessYour pain and tears, you shall give them more Scared shitless in sorrow, shaking, you present the pandora’s box On a silver plate not knowing it shall become the knife that has ended you

You offered your insecurities to a strangerThe stranger has mapped you to your coreThe traumas you believe you never told themThey knowThe deepest fears and desiresAll that you’re running away from You’ve been hunted, my dearPredator has found you now