I let strangers remain strangers
Our conversation limited only by our eyes
For a second they hold the future
but only to break away as we see somewhere else
How many potential losses sacrificed
How many potential lovers avoided
How many stories remained uncovered
How many conversations silenced
We return to our groups
Some bored by their company
Some relishing theirs by the minute
I look back at my notebook
and my pen writes a fiction along the lines of
once upon a time
Confined in our comfort zones which ironically are not so comfortable
Very true thought
Ooh, I love this. It is about the human condition, no? Thank you.
Yes one of the interpretations can be that. Doesn’t everything boil down to the human condition though? All we do in life is finding what makes us human.
Love this topic of missed opportunities. 🙂
Thank you Mark. Glad you loved it 😁
Love this! <3
Thanks Penny ❤️
Love this, very relatable
Thanks Billy. Hope you find more of my posts relatable too. 😁
I read an awful lot of them but don’t comment often. Your stuff is very intense and I find commenting on it is like putting ketchup on Filet Mignon
That’s generous of you. Thank you 😊
Deep, Nice one!
Thank you Cindy 😊
You’re most welcome😃
“I look back at my notebook
and my pen writes a fiction along the lines of
once upon a time”
this is so good 😛
Thank you Himanshu. Hope you’re doing well.
Wow awesome Rahul and nice to start again once upon a time.
Thank you Kama 🙂
Welcome Rahul.
Truer words have never been said!!
Thank you so much. Appreciated <3
Simply stated but weighted by all the emotions one can feel in an embrace of glances that wander to meet each other to create a moment.
Yess quite true!
True. If you don’t engage with people, the question arises, “What have I missed?” Good writing.
Thank you Annette 😀