Sometimes i get the urge to talk to a random stranger.
To what we discuss isn't really up to me.. but rather a mystery..
I think of this stranger often, about their lives about mine. To when we meet, is unknown.
How will they change my life and vise versa. Will we stay friends? I dunno.
You marry your best friend, that's an understatement. We all start as strangers.
When we're young we're told not to talk to strangers but this stranger i believe in, I love.
To whoever you are, What will you tell me?
The secret to happiness? No. I have that.
The recipe for disaster? It strikes everyday.
Where to find love? I Doubt it.
How to seek peace? In Billie Holidays voice.
Perhaps this stranger will say nothing but rather just hug me...
and if that be the case..
I'd like that.
Dear Stranger, I'm waiting.....
