jagerbombs.

I've recently thought about the bearing that strangers have on my life.
Well... no maybe not my 'life' (I use the term too loosely...) but more appropriately, the perception I have of people, society, humanity etc. Which, in the end, affects me.

it's comforting to know that someone you know nothing about (and needless to say, knows nothing about you) actually gives a shit (about you). I'll go as far as saying that I prefer the concern of strangers.

Why? Simply because they don't have to care. But they do - without any obligation or necessity other than to just 'be there'. I could have been just the other 6 billion + people here in the face of apathy - but one just choose to give a genuine damn.

its a pure intention that i feel never goes unpaid.

i write because of personal experience. one that doesn't happen often, but one I don't often forget. because i feel like they happen for a reason.

I feel at a bit of a loss that these people are just strangers and nothing more. because you might think that its only fair that they have something more to do with you, instead of just that 10 minutes decided by chance. but maybe we arent supposed to know them. maybe purity is ruined by acquaintance.

to fall in one-time yet true love is to receive the care of destined strangers.

i only wish i could offer the same confidence - lately it seems im only on the receiving end.

fuck it i'm feeling restless. im outta here.



kisses blown,
ncpx. x