Stranger
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I was people watching at the local Hazelnut Cafe™ in my hometown when I realized I loved strangers.
my sister asked why I never spoke to them. when she noticed my eyes twinkling at each passing pedestrian
I didnt have an answer for her other than
“then they wouldnt be strangers anymore know would they”
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know me for what I lead them to believe is true.
those who know me by username,
know when each day is worst than the last through my words of hatred directed towards society.
those who know me by face,
know my insecurities, my flaws & imperfections, what makes me tick.
those few who know me as “anonymous”,
dont know that they hold the ammo to destroy me.
and that once you have a memory of someone you are no longer strangers.
may it be specific as the ones our parents hold and retell annually of September 11th 2001 or as vague as “the sweet girl from around the block who smiled at me as she bagged my groceries”
you are no longer strangers.
this is why I prefer strangers.