stranger

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?
‘Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are’
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

stranger, in a strange land

plucked from the earth

roots ripped

torn

stranger, in a strange land

plucked

ripped

torn

stranger, in a strange land

you, smell

so

sweet


stranger

8 thoughts on “stranger

  1. ‘I can’t tell you secrets, “he says. “I don’t even know you.”

    And then the guy realizes that he can tell me anything precisely because he doesn’t know me. He realizes that any stranger can be your priest. Flight by Sherman Alexie

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