Isn’t it strange
how often you’re surrounded
by strangers?
The car you’re following behind
as your driving down the interstate–
Who is inside, what are they talking about?
Are they singing to songs on the radio?
Are they arguing
about something one of them said?
Something one of them did?
Or maybe didn’t do?
Where are they going?
Why are they going there?
I think about these people every day.
I wonder about their lives,
about their plans, their destinations.
I wonder if any of them
ever wonder the same
about me.
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I think about this all day long every day. I think it is why I read others blogs, I need to know what others are thinking.
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I’m a super nosey person hahaha, and that’s part of the reason I created mine as well.
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I’m that one person that would be ok being the last person on the planet, I could then go through every house and look at everyone’s stuff. I don’t want it, just want to see what everyone has.
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Mmmm…Something about which many of us are acutely aware….As it is, some people may even be ‘strangers’ to themselves…. Hugs!
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Very true!
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They do. 🙂
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I think there is little in the world more exciting than discovering a stranger until they are a stranger no more
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I think I just take those people for granted. But I spend more time wondering about the people I meet through blogs. Like how old they are, what town they live in, what their family is like, what do they believe in. A lot of that comes through their posts, but some of the things people think are too ordinary and commonplace to blog about are just the things that put light and shade into our mutual understanding.
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Intricate, evocative, and gorgeous…you’re writing is impeccable!
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Isn’t it strange how many human beings have already died, any will never drive behind us in a car? Its incomprehensable, really.
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That reminds me of the fact that the oldest person living now is 116 years old. Meaning that 116 years ago, there was an entirely different set of humans.
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it makes me want to puke!
“The purpose of living is to get ready to be dead for eternity”.
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Yeah, pretty much haha. I know it’s pretty upsetting. I feel that I’m constantly in an existential crisis.
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Of the strangers I confront most often:
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Can I just tell you, you’re amazing ❤
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Aw, thank you so much! 🙂
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You’re welcome! Iam glad iam following you 🙂
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Thats so sweet 🙂 I really, really appreciate it- you made my day 🙂
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Anytime! ❤
Do check out my writings too, will appreciate your reviews 😋
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I sure will!
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Appreciate it 🙂
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I think the same things about others all the time. I have since I was a child, and there are no signs of that slowing any time soon…
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Reblogged this on The Young Novelist.
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Thank you for the reblog!
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You are welcome!
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nice flow good poem thank you for sharing
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I love the reversal at the end. Takes it to a shared universal connection between us all. Great poem!
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I think these things so often! Well said.
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Wonderfully described the ache of sleeping sometimes
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Sorry that comment was for your 3am poem
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