Finding ourselves – I mean finding ourselves lost, at a loss for words to describe.
Finding ourselves in that empty lonely-state of being, so hard to move to the other side. Friends help, or try to, but can they know the flavour of my loneliness? Can I even tell them?
Strangers are better. With strangers there is no need to explain the back story, no re-hashing of the baggage, just an ear.
Ear of a stranger, shoulder of someone unknown – how lovely that can be. Rare, because each time we meet new strangers, each time we bend their ear (or they bend ours) there is a diffusing of the stranger-mystique, the stranger becomes friend.
So where is that happy balance?
Can we have ‘just strangers’ on the same basis we have ‘just friends’?
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