writing to strangers

mysterious friends of friends

exposing little bits of myself into thin air

handing over slivers of my past, my desires

my idiosyncrasies

i might talk a lot

but i am a very private person

mostly to those i tend to love the most

but i am trying

right here and now

through the mockery of my friends

the scorn of my neighbors

i am trying to do something

in a hostile world

that involves trust

and faith

and patience

and involves me cutting through the smog

and believing in something

hoping one day

I’ll understand

what that something is

 

i suppose it’s easier at times

to give

more

to a stranger

but i am interested

more

in trying

the simple

the obvious

 

so, hello stranger

i am going to plunder my life

i am going to discover something about myself

an understanding, an anger, a realization, a thought

all the while with

my mind, my debts, my burdens, my soul

all in the process of being cleansed

 

i am pleased to offer you this

 

 

-  af

 

(written on typewriter)