The Stranger
Sometimes... Things are not meant to be different. Sometimes things are supposed to remain just the way they are. But sometimes. Just sometimes. We wish for things to be different. We wish for a little colour in the blank canvas of our lives. It's strange how much effect someone can have on you. And it's not necessary that the person is someone close. Sometimes a stranger leaves a bigger scar than any relationship ever will. Who are these strangers? And who bestowed this power to them. How can they control what ourselves can't? Someone can be with you forever and not inspire you to write shit. But a certain stranger can just walk into your life and suddenly become your muse. Your inspiration. And before you know it, you've written an epistle describing someone you don't even know. I'd really like to know. Who is this man.. who can make me want to do something that I actually don't want to? Who is this man who has the power to make me feel so con...