strangers

The ability to recognise someone, to acknowledge that person and in turn be thought of by him is familiarity. We all pass by countless people however without ever acknowleding their presence, without a smile, without a nod. How many soulmates have we lost? How many inspirations have we let fall away? The boy who sits across from you in the bus. He seems worried, such furrows in his brow, such tension in his shoulders. You want to tell him that it will be alright, to ask him to let go and move on, but how can you?? he is a stranger. The old lady with her head tilted and resting on the frosted window, she smiles with some secret happiness, you want to be able to share the mirth that lies so close to the surface, you want to rejoice with her, but you will not, she is a stranger. When do strangers become our own people? What is that exact moment when the tension breaks, smiles erupt and hands are pushed forward? It is indescribable, and it is so different in different conditions. But one thing we can say... it is magical.

outsider

All of us know what its like to be on the outside. To sit about and look in. To see others the way they will never really see themselves. To see them laugh, to hear them talk together. Feel the difference between you and them. Feel an invisible distance. Feel the inability to relate. You feel the momentary impulse where you want to belong. Especially since you feel so alone at that moment. You feel like you would like to feel a part of things, to feel welcome. You are the outsider. The one who probably understands and sees things better and yet will never feel satisfied with knowing that. You are the outsider and you will pass your own silent judgement and it will hurt when it doesnt matter. You are the outsider, or at least you are until you meet the one person who's every nuance you know, you both smile, and with that person's touch, an understanding is passed on and you feel what you've wanted to all this while, you feel you finally belong.