Dear Stranger,

You sat next to me in the movie theatre, you remember? You were alone, I had company. But in our own worlds, we somehow connected..

When you laughed, I roared too.

When you teared, I wept as well.

When you smiled, I melted, together with you.

As if we both belonged in the same world, within that darkness. It was pretty amazing how much I noticed about you -- not physically, but, your vibe. I felt it. And I took it and wrapped it all over me, sharing mine with yours. Did you feel it? Sorry if it bothered you that I didn't seek permission. I couldn't help it.

Hey stranger, when you left, you smiled at me. Thanks for looking back, for I was waiting to smile at you. I thought that was goodbye. I was wrong.

You left, and after a while, I caught up.

We parted again, taking different directions. Then suddenly, you caught up.

Drifting apart, you disappeared. Until the traffic light stopped you and brought us together again.

I was looking at your back all the time. And Stranger, I realised you had a fair share of mine too.

Eventually, this chase came to an end.

Goodbye, Stranger. Nice meeting you. And I promise, I'll never forget your back. And your smile in the dark. Or was it just a part of your face that I mistook to be your mouth?

Oh well, Farewell, Stranger.

With Vibes and Love,
Your Stranger.

Does anyone understand, or even know what I'm going through?


playing alive

I inhale a puff of menthol nicotine while walking the street lit by the moonlight. The moon was starting to lose it's perfect roundness. But. It was still stunningly bright.

Staring at the blinking star, I hear a voice. A vague voice. A hum. It came from the guy walking in front of me. He was singing -- louder and louder. He did not hold back even when he saw people in front of him, nor when he felt my presence behind him. What a daring boy.

Then he got more indulgent. He started waving him arms (ala boyband video), singing his hearts out. I joined in. Softly though, I didnt want to break his trance.

Then I said to myself, in hope he'll hear my voice...

"I'll be your audience, will you be mine?"

Is there an explicit rule against teachers smoking?

Hmm.





By the way, I SO need to be in new york.


...my toes are crossed.