A Letter To The Beautiful Stranger That I Didn't Write

Dear Stranger,
What is your story?
It doesn't have to have a complicated plot,
I can make do with boring...
Dear Stranger,
What is your favorite song?
And your favorite movie?
Do you ever dance alone?
Or sing?
Do you think you would make a good singer?
Or a teacher?
Or an actor?
What did you want to grow up to be?
Do you believe in ghosts and fairies?
Why do you play Candy crush?
Did you ever fight over candy?
What did you love to play as a child?
Did you ever have imaginary friends?
Did you ever steal your sister's clothes or pull her hair?
What do you like to eat?
Have you ever tripped on your shoe laces?
Are you clumsy?
Do you keep your room squeaky clean?
Do you ever waste time at the last minute?
Are you afraid of a bee?
Do you believe in perfection, are you a perfectionist?
Do you think it helps to be a perfectionist?
Have you ever pulled a prank or made mischief?
Do you think love pays and is worth it?
Have you ever known heartache?
And true happiness?
Do you ever pretend you were in a movie?
Somewhat like a brave protagonist?
Do you think there is an afterlife?
Or a God?
Do you think you're smart? And beautiful?
Can you be mean, like really mean?
Do you think its okay to have dreams?
Do you have any?
Do you have many?
Do you think life just goes on and none of it makes sense?
Do you think life just goes on and all of it makes sense?
What do you think?
Do you think you'd rather not think?
Dear Stranger,
No matter your story...
No matter your scars and fears,
Your faults and regrets,
I think you have one of the warmest smiles,
You know the kind...
That make you happy and sad and hopeful at the same time.
I hope you find enough occasions to smile.
You know, I'd stop by just to watch you for a while.

The Lesser Equals

We do not merit your interest.
We do not make history.
We are who rules are made for.
We know how to keep our voice low and speak softly.
But we, we make the best parts of any story.
We make gods and devils of you and me.
We, we make a people.

The Hallways Know Your Name

Sometimes, when I hear footsteps,
I have heard them sound your beat...
Sometimes, when I whisper your name loud enough,
I swear they have echoed it back to me...

Why I Took The Stairs Today

I was told it is fun to be a fitness freak,
Actually, I don't believe that at all,
But, I thought...
If you were one, it must really mean you like to live.
Today, I was trying to rediscover wanting...
I was hoping for a happy accident, you know,
To see a smiling face come down the stairs,
As I was climbing up.
I was hoping... I'd accidentally bump into someone,
And we'd share an awkward little chuckle,
And maybe I'd make a new friend.
In fact, I will not lie...
On the first few stairs, I had even found myself wishing,
That I would fall in love...
What with the light shining down on your face,
Through the window...
How pretty you'd look.
I wish I knew who you were.
So, I took the stairs today.
Don't usually do post lunch,
Just don't feel like it,
But did today, anyway.

If You Have Any Time At All...

If you have any time at all,
I hope you find it.
I hope you do the things you always wanted to,
And do them the way you wanted to,
And not think about the lost time.
If you have any time at all...
I hope you know it,
I hope you know that you have time,
Not much of it, Not a whole lot of it,
But right now, as you breathe, you have time.