Somewhere with a Stranger

July 12, 2012

I’m standing in a familiar place, a place I love. With familiar people, people I love. But why is it that I feel so estranged? While the place I’m in feels like home and the people I’m with feel like family, the kind you will never lose… I feel as if I am no where to be found. My body is there and my face reflects the conversation, but my heart is somewhere else. Somewhere with a stranger.

With a stranger secrets aren’t secrets and judgments come few and far between. They listen like a pet cat and reciprocate with stories of their own. There’s no need to hide for there are no strings attached. Your face reflects the conversation, but your heart does as well.

All you need is a car and a field and the night is yours. No need to impress, no need to act, only ready to share and ready to receive. It may not feel like home, but it’s getting close. Somewhere with a stranger. 

Post a Comment