Not me

We met. We talked. And I'll probably never see you again. Shame.

Think of all the people we have met in our lives. Tons. So many of which we see only once. In and out they go. Only a few survive. The preferred, perhaps?

It's probably for the best that way.

Have you ever stopped and thought about what that person's life is like? Where home is, who lives there, who loves them? I do all the time. I wonder what it's like to walk in another's shoes. Another body. Another life. I think too much about what it's like to be other people, their emotions and feelings.

Smoke break.
i q u i t .

i w a n t t o s t a r t a n e w o n e .