All I see are familiar strangers.
Somewhat wrong and somewhat right.
#photo courtesy of facebook
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
– Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
*picture taken from http://www.mnn.com/your-home/organic-farming-gardening/stories/how-to-start-a-cutting-garden.
Lie, cheat, steal, deceit
Exaggerate and stagnate
No exit route
No emergency refund
A lie is a lie.
Yes, you’re right.
I do not know the story behind each face I see.
But you don’t know mine either.