Strangers are lovely
“It often begins with the strange gaze.Then a volley of emotions so tumultuous that you break down.The plot is complete.The self denial begins”
Sometimes I wonder if everything that happens in front of my eyes is an aberration.A ploy to deceive me.Why is it that people can’t be more honest.I find a lot of people treacherous and dishonest towards themselves.Or is it that they are just acting out a grand plan.The more I know someone the more I begin to hate him.Sometimes I wish that the people I see in daily life be strangers.
Be a stranger to me that I dont have to hate you.So that you dont have to lie to me.So that I can learn the master plan fromthe anarchy that percolates.The chaos.The organised chaos…….Strangers are lovely..
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I feel the exact opposite.
I don’t like strangers…
Why is it so?
From what u’ve written , it appears that a lot depends on the people you choose to be your friends.
Tenny is correct. It will deponds upon the people u choose as ur frineds. If that friends are really nice u will not feel like this, The more u know about one person the more u like that person.
Strangers seem lovely ‘coz u really don’t know ‘em…
and frnds seem less lovely mabbe ‘coz u (again) u really can’t see ‘em
@ Niyaz,Tenny,akhi and tessie
Thanks for droping in here…
Tessie.. Yeh..You may be correct
“frnds seem less lovely mabbe ‘coz u (again) u really can’t see ‘em”