Thursday, December 04, 2008 @ 8:47 AM

the stranger,
he/she creeps behind in the dark.

far and almost apart,
soft and almost unspoken
closer to you, he wears this facade.

i know you recognize those lies.
therefore, the reason you wouldn trust,
unless the stranger proves it otherwise.
or else,
the distance btwn both will always be miles apart.
then, now, so on and ever.
one day, this will get it clear across to the stranger.

when the stranger speaks,
he/she knows you more than a person.
he/she personifies you.
almost as if, anything could be everything

of course, the stranger holds no gender,
nor any image to you.
for, reality destroy fantasies.

till then,

love,
me.